At last the time came and she went out to the hall door with her father to welcome the guests.

At the top of the great granite steps, down which in time of bad weather the white awning ran, she stood holding her father's hand and waving a welcome.
'Good morning, Harold! Good morning, Mr.Harold's daddy!' The meeting was a great pleasure to both the children, and resulted in an immediate friendship.

The small girl at once conceived a great admiration for the big, strong boy nearly twice her age and more than twice her size.

At her time of life the convenances are not, and love is a thing to be spoken out at once and in the open.

Mrs.Jarrold, from the moment she set eyes on him, liked the big kindly-faced boy who treated her like a lady, and who stood awkwardly blushing and silent in the middle of the nursery listening to the tiny child's proffers of affection.