Minx, the Persian cat, wandered round, waving a stately tail and mewing plaintively for her saucer of milk.

Derry, the fox terrier, barked an enthusiastic greeting.
"Come along, you poor starving wanderers!" said Mrs.Saxon.

"The kettle's boiling, and we'll make the tea in half a moment.

Isn't it glorious here?
Queenie and I have been digging up potatoes, and we quite enjoyed it.

We felt exactly as if we were 'on the land.' How is your cold, Hereward?
Ingred, you look tired, child! Sit down and rest while Queenie fetches the teapot." Ingred sank into a garden-chair with much satisfaction.