"He _is_ a splendid gardener and no mistake! I've never seen a garden looking more beautiful than yours does just now, Janet.

I woke early this morning and looked out of my window.

I suppose McPherson's about--I'll go out and speak to him." Her face shadowed.

"McPherson," she said slowly, "was one of the first men to leave Beechfield.

He was perfectly fit, and he made up his mind to go at once.