"The organist at Hanford is ill, and I have been out there to play the organ at the morning and afternoon services; I was on my way home when I caught sight of you all in your pretty garden, and I couldn't resist coming in to join you." "I'm sure we're very glad you did, miss," said Patience warmly.
"And you haven't had any tea yet, Miss Grace, I'll be bound now." Miss Barley smiled and shook her head.

"No, I have not, I am really on my way to it, but I would rather sit here for a few moments first, though, and talk to you." "You can do both, miss, if you will," said Patience hospitably.
"I was about to clear the tea-things away, thinking they looked untidy, when Jessie stopped me.

She was sure you would like a piece of apple-pie and cream, and I was sure you'd like a cup of tea with it; so the kettle is on and I'll have a cup ready in a minute if you'll excuse my leaving you.

Thomas, give Miss Grace a chair," and Patience bustled away into the house delighted.
Mr.Dawson brought out another chair, and he and Jessie seated themselves one on each side of their visitor.

Miss Barley withdrew her admiring gaze from the distant view.
"Don't you love Sunday, Jessie ?" she asked, laying her hand gently on the little girl's shoulder.