"Very well" said Helen; and then while Cyril Sheene was looking for his stick, she seized an opportunity to ask her father "shall I tell Cyril about Gladys coming?" "Yes" replied Mr. Winston "but mind not a word about the safe." "Oh no" answered Helen, and then with a lively little jump she ran after Cyril who was already walking down the garden path.
It was a perfect morning, the sun shone brightly, lighting up all the scenery around; the birds were singing in the beach trees close by and the rippling of the little stream was as sweet music to the ear.
"Do you know Helen, I had an engagement in London today, but I put it off to come out with you" said Cyril, as they commenced to climb the hill.
"Oh indeed!" replied Helen "that was very kind of you."
"Oh no" answered Cyril "I would far rather be out here than in London."
"I quite agree with you there" said Helen "it would be horrid to be in smoky London today."
"Yes" said Cyril "especially without you."
"Oh rubbish" laughed Helen and she stooped down to pick a buttercup.
"Indeed it is not rubbish" replied Cyril "when a man loves, he finds it hard to be away from the object of his love."
"Oh does he?" said Helen "but then I am not the object of your love."