You see, with a thing like a marquee," and he turned to Laura in his easy way, "you want to put it somewhere where it'll give you a bang slap in the eye, if you follow me." Laura's upbringing made her wonder for a moment whether it was quite respectful of a workman to talk to her of bangs slap in the eye.

But she did quite follow him.
"A corner of the tennis-court," she suggested.

"But the band's going to be in one corner." "H'm, going to have a band, are you ?" said another of the workmen.
He was pale.

He had a haggard look as his dark eyes scanned the tennis-court.

What was he thinking?
"Only a very small band," said Laura gently.