She's to be my special property, my Prairie Rose!" "All serene! If you care to waste your time lounging about the steps you can.

We're not in such a frantic state to see your paragon," laughed the girls as they ran down the garden to the courts.

After all, the waiting was in vain.

Tea-time came without a sign of the new-comer.

It was unlikely that she would turn up now until the evening train, and Ulyth resigned herself to the inevitable.