I have lain awake at night, turning it over and over in my mind, and trying to convince myself as to what was best to be done.

Then my uncle told me you were coming down here, and I resolved to put the case before you as I have done and to ask your opinion." She gave me her little hand, and I took it and held it in my own.

Then I released it and we strode back along the garden-path together without another word.

The afternoon was well advanced by this time, and when we reached the summer-house, where Codd was still reading, we found that a little wicker tea-table had been brought out from the house and that chairs had been placed for us round it.

To my thinking there is nothing that becomes a pretty woman more than the mere commonplace act of pouring out tea.