A flight of steps led to a stone-floored verandah and they went up it and perched themselves on the parapet, to the probable detriment of the ivy growing across it, and watched the colourful scene.

They were quite alone there, for the porch was detached from the terrace that crossed the front of the house.

Two French windows were opened and beyond them lay a dimly-lighted library.

Perry, hugging one foot in his hands, looked in approvingly.
"Whoever owns this shanty knows what's what," he said.

"Just have a squint at all those books, will you?
Millions of them! Wonder if anyone has ever read them." "Well, I'm glad I don't have to," said Wink feelingly.