"Do come and have some food pleaded Helen pointing to the dainty little equipage already set out on a bamboo table by the open window.
"Oh thank you" said Gladys and she began to take off her gloves and turn up her veil preparatory to eating.
"Wont you take a seat Mr. Palsey?" asked Helen as she poured out the tea.
"Thanks" replied the gentleman and he sat down on the edge of a whicker chair. Here will be a good opportunity to describe Gladys Lincarrol and her young man.
Mr. Palsey was a tall broad shouldered man about 37, with a solemn face and large hands. His black hair was curly and plentiful and his small green eyes twinkled queerly if he was at all pleased. He was attired in blue, as I said before and in addition to this he wore patent leather boots and a crimson tie.
Gladys was also tall, but very slim. She had golden hair with a reddish tinge and blue eyes. She was very pale and her mouth had a peculiar twitch of conciet. She wore a lovely pink muslin dress and kid gloves to match. A large white hat adorned her pretty head, and she wore a bunch of violets at her neck.
Tea over, Helen proposed a stroll around the village.
"Oh yes, that will be very nice, dont you think so Jim?" asked Gladys.
"Yes I do, thanks" replied Mr. Palsey.
So the trio linked arms and walked slowly down the garden path, and Mr. Winston settled himself comfortably once more and prepared to read the "Star."