Read the letter, Everard.' He did so.
'H'm--very kind things about me.

Good old Tom! Why don't I marry?
Well, now, one would have thought that his own experience--' Miss Barfoot began to talk about something else.

Before very long Rhoda came back, and in the conversation that followed it was mentioned that she would leave for her holiday in two days.
'I have been reading about Cheddar,' exclaimed Everard, with animation.
'There's a flower grows among the rocks called the Cheddar pink.

Do you know it ?' 'Oh, very well,' Rhoda answered.

'I'll bring you some specimens.' 'Will you?
That's very kind.' 'Bring _me_ a genuine pound or two of the cheese, Rhoda,' requested Miss Barfoot gaily.
'I will.