It was in a corner of the garden, hidden among acacias and laurels, a circular hut in the ordinary style.

Patty and the governess were seated within.
Beatrice entered, and took a scat with them.
'Is your memory as good as my own, Miss Hood ?' she said pleasantly.

'Do you remember our meeting four years ago ?' The other regarded her with quiet surprise, and said she had no recollection of the meeting.
'Not at Mr.Baxendale's, my uncle's, one day that you lunched with us when I was staying there ?' Miss Hood had wholly forgotten the circumstance.

It served, however, for the commencement of a conversation, which went en till Mrs.Rossall, finding the hammock deserted, was guided by the sound of voices to where the two girls and the children sat.
In the afternoon there was a setting forth into the country.

Mr.Athel drove his sister and the children; Wilfrid and Beatrice accompanied them on horseback.