He stooped down and kissed her on the forehead.

Then he went from the room, took his hat, and letting himself out of the house closed the door behind him.

He called a passing cab, and, as he entered it, he said to the driver: "Go to the London and County Bank in Victoria Street," and gaily waving his hand to his daughter, who stood behind the window, he drove off.
At one o'clock he returned in the same high spirits.

Sylvia had spent the morning in removing the superfluous cherries and roses from her best hat and making her frock at once more simple and more suitable to her years.
Garratt Skinner surveyed her with pride.
"Come on," he said.

"I have kept the cab waiting." For a poor man he seemed to Sylvia rather reckless.