I want the real thing--the real thing--not a polite substitute." "Sorry," said Hugh imperturbably.

"I have offered the utmost of which I am capable.

May I have my tea here, please?
It's less trouble than scrambling ashore." She acceded to his request without protest; but she stepped on to the bank herself, and sat down with her back to a corn-sheaf.

Very young and slender she looked sitting there with the sunshine on her brown, elf-like face, but she was by no means without dignity.

There was a fairy queenliness about her that imparted an indescribable charm to her every movement.