"Very good" said Gladys "we can go and visit the old castle you talk so much about."
"Yes" said Helen, and she tripped down stairs, more for the pleasure of a comforting talk with Marshland than to order the dinner.
In an hour's time they were all ready and started on their breezy walk.
"How lovely it is up here," remarked Gladys.
"Yes is'nt it beautiful" replied Helen thinking of the last time she was up there."
The little promenade quite cheered Helen up, and she and Gladys did some shopping in the afternoon while Mr. Falsey stayed at home to smoke his pipe.
The next day passed pretty much the same as the first and by Thursday morning Helen was all smiles again, knowing that by tea-time her dear father would be home again.
In the afternoon she went out and bought a tea cake for tea. She had tea laid out on the best bamboo table with the blue and gold tea cups and she also put fresh flowers in all the vases and all together the little drawing room had a truly home-like aspect.
At 4 o'clock a ring was heard at the front door.
"How funny of father to ring" cried Helen "I thought he would be sure to come in and supprise me."