"You fill up the rest of the form," said Harry, offering the pencil.
"What must I put?"
"Well, you'd better put 'Countersigned, Hilda.' That'll fix it."
"Will you write it?" she muttered.
He wrote the words.
"Let poor mummy see!" Alicia complained, seizing the telegraph-form.
Harry called out:
"Leeks!"
A shirt-sleeved gardener half hidden by foliage across the garden looked up sharply, saw Harry's beckoning finger, and approached running.
"Have that sent off for me, will you? Tell Jos to take it," said Harry, and gave Leeks the form and a florin.