By the time our match was finished Simpson's little footwear trouble was over and he was organizing a grand three-legged race.
"I think they are all enjoying it," said Dahlia.
"They love it," I said; "Thomas is perfectly happy making rounders."
"But I meant the children. Don't you think they love it too? The babies seem so happy with Myra. I suppose she's telling them stories."
"I think so. She's got rather a good one about a bee. Oh, yes, they're happy enough with her."
"I hope they all had enough to eat at tea."
"Allowing for a little natural shyness I think they did well. And I didn't spill anything. Altogether it has been rather a success."
Dahlia stood looking down at the children, young and old, playing in the field beneath her, and gave a sigh of happiness.
"Now," she said, "I feel the house is REALLY warm."