CHAPTER 1.VIII.
The sun was still full on the garden when the back door of the Burnells' shut with a bang, and a very gay figure walked down the path to the gate.

It was Alice, the servant-girl, dressed for her afternoon out.

She wore a white cotton dress with such large red spots on it and so many that they made you shudder, white shoes and a leghorn turned up under the brim with poppies.

Of course she wore gloves, white ones, stained at the fastenings with iron-mould, and in one hand she carried a very dashed-looking sunshade which she referred to as her "perishall." Beryl, sitting in the window, fanning her freshly-washed hair, thought she had never seen such a guy.

If Alice had only blacked her face with a piece of cork before she started out, the picture would have been complete.