The daughter met us at the top of the garden walk.

She came towards me as a cool summer breeze comes upon a hot and dusty world.

There was, no flush upon her face, but her eyes and lips told me that she was glad to see me before she spoke a word or placed her soft, white hand in mine.

At the first touch of that hand I felt glad that Mrs.Burton had stopped me in the road.

Here was peace.
That dinner was the most soothing meal of which I had ever partaken.