And as the sister turned to see, Bok stepped into the hall.

At least he was inside! Bok had never seen a photograph of Miss Greenaway, he did not know that the figure coming down-stairs was the artist; but his instinct had led him right, and good fortune was with him.
He now introduced himself to Kate Greenaway, and explained that one of his objects in coming to London was to see her on behalf of thousands of American children.

Naturally there was nothing for the illustrator to do but to welcome her visitor.

She took him into the garden, where he saw at once that he was seated under the apple-tree of Miss Greenaway's pictures.

It was in full bloom, a veritable picture of spring loveliness.