Upstairs, the old man was reading his thumbed Bible.

He never went to a place of worship, but read the Bible on Sunday without fail.
He was delighted to go out into the sunshine.
'And when did the little one get back ?' he asked, as he drew out his overcoat--the Christmas gift--from a drawer in which it was carefully folded.
'Why, what do you think?
She won't be back till tomorrow.

Yesterday, when I got back from work, there was a telegraph waiting for me.

It was from the lady at Eastbourne, Mrs.Ormonde, and just said she was going to keep Thyrza till Monday, because it would do her good.

How she will be enjoying herself! They left the house by the private door and went in the direction of the river.