I left the Listers yawning over their tea-cups, and came out for a ramble.

The aspect of the lane at which we parted company this evening tempted me down this way.

What a pretty house you have! Do you know I guessed that it was yours before I saw you." "Indeed! You must have quite a talent for guessing." "Not in a general way; but there is a fitness in things.

Yes, I felt sure that this was your house." "I am glad you like it," she answered simply.

"Uncle George and I are very fond of it.