"Very good my dear" said Leslie "and I will have a slice of roast pork and suet pudding and treacle and beer and soda mixed that is a mild B and S my dear"
Half way through his pork Leslie pulled out a letter from his pocket and after piercing at it for two or three minutes he read as follows.
Homer Villa, Margate.
Dear Sir,
I shall be very please to acomodate you for a fortnight. You can have a good sized bedroom, parlour and dining room for 3 guineas per week including everything else. I shall expect you tonight so
Believe me to be
Yours very truly
Mary Mason.
"This is good news my dear" said Leslie "if you have done your pie we will take the first train to Margate, hand me your bundle and we will start."
It was not a very long journey but Sylvia who was very tired was not sorry to hear the porters screaming "Margate station."
A pony cart from Homer Villa was waiting for them and Leslie and Sylvia were soon at their lodgings.
A fat good tempered looking woman showed them into a comfortable parlour where a lovely tea consisting of ham sandwiches, poached eggs, tea and bread and butter was waiting for them. And here we will leave them to enjoy it while we take the train back to Mayfield.