Her own publishers confessed that Miss Greenaway was inaccessible to them.

"We conduct all our business with her by correspondence.

I have never seen her personally myself," said a member of the firm.
Bok inwardly decided that two failures in two days were sufficient, and he made up his mind that there should not be a third.

He took a bus for the long ride to Hampstead Heath, where the illustrator lived, and finally stood before a picturesque Queen Anne house that one would have recognized at once, with its lower story of red brick, its upper part covered with red tiles, its windows of every size and shape, as the inspiration of Kate Greenaway's pictures.

As it turned out later, Miss Greenaway's sister opened the door and told the visitor that Miss Greenaway was not at home.
"But, pardon me, has not Miss Greenaway returned?
Is not that she ?" asked Bok, as he indicated a figure just coming down the stairs.