How very nice workmen were! And what a beautiful morning! She mustn't mention the morning; she must be business-like.

The marquee.
"Well, what about the lily-lawn?
Would that do ?" And she pointed to the lily-lawn with the hand that didn't hold the bread-and-butter.

They turned, they stared in the direction.

A little fat chap thrust out his under-lip, and the tall fellow frowned.
"I don't fancy it," said he.

"Not conspicuous enough.