"You should not have done that," she shook her head gravely.

"We are forbidden to go into the wood.

We 'ave never gone into the wood." L'Ami Fritz stood waiting for his visitors in the narrow doorway.

He looked more good-tempered than usual, and as they walked in he chatted pleasantly to Chester.
"This way," he said, importantly.

"Do not trouble to go into the salon, Madame! We shall have tea here, of course." And Sylvia Bailey was amused, as well as rather touched, to see the preparations which had been made in the little dining-room for the entertainment of Bill Chester and of herself.
In the middle of the round table which had looked so bare yesterday was a bowl of white roses--roses that had never grown in the untidy garden outside.