When they met Mr. Winston he turned directly to Helen, "what do you think Helen, I've furnished the attic all by myself, the only thing Marshland did was to scrub the floor and nail up the curtains."
"How nice" said Helen "but father I've something far more important to tell you."
"Dont say it my child" said the old man "your faces tell me what it is and I give my consent on the spot."
And he plunged his stick into the ground to mark the vehemance of his words.
CHAPTER 5
GLADYS LINCARROL
The week that followed that day was a happy one indeed. Helen and Cyril were more together than ever and then too each day brought it nearer to when Gladys was to come.
At last Monday morning came, and Helen was so excited she could hardly eat her dinner, and Mr. Winston got quite cross when she refused some beautiful cherry pie.
"Do hurry up father" exclaimed Helen at last, "I want to have the room nice and tidy for Gladys and Mr. Palsey."