21/26 Rather plucky of her, what? I'm going over to thank her to-morrow." "Who was it ?" growled Sir Beverley suspiciously. "Not that little white owl, Mrs.Lorimer ?" "Mrs.Lorimer! Great Scott, no! She'd have squealed and run to the Reverend Stephen for protection. No, this was a woman, not an owl. Her name is Denys--Mrs.Denys she was careful to inform me. |