"Then come along," said Ralph.
Ruth looked embarrassed for a moment, but he added, "Do come, it is not very far," and I suppose his kind intentions were plainer from his manner than from his words for she smiled, ran back to the tree and packed up the remains of the feast (the cress and the cup, for the bread was all gone), took a huge bunch of flowers from behind a bush, and professed herself ready to set out.
"Where do you live, sir?" inquired Ollie, perching his hat on the top of such a mass of black curls that the hat seemed quite unnecessary. "Ruthie, give me the basket, it is not too heavy for me now, you know."
"I live in Lady Mabel's Rest," said Mr. Trulock.
"Sir," said Ruth, "is there any one there named Garland?"
"No, child. Not one."
"So the man at the gate said when I asked him; but he seemed so cross that I almost thought he might have said it to get rid of us."
"Mrs. Cricklade told me that you expected to find some relatives in Fairford."
"Yes; one at all events—our grandfather. But I can find no one of the name at all. There don't seem to be any Garlands in Fairford."
"What has been done to discover them?" asked Ralph.