Here he is," she remarked, and she glanced affectionately at the greyish, tousled head of the habitant who was working in the garden of her father's house.
Carnac was master of himself again.

"Not a bad idea," he said.

"Denzil! Denzil!" he called.
The little man looked up.

An instant later the figure of the girl fluttered through the doorway of her home, and Carnac stopped beside Denzil in the garden..