He smooths it away quickly, for he is a Briton and does not like to show his feelings—but he has given himself away!
Dorothy and I shall never forget that look. And it was for me—at first he does not see Dorothy. When he does it is an added pleasure.
With two ladies to escort he assumes a lordly air.
He had thought of everything. We would like some tea? Yes, all the big places are shut as it is Sunday, but he has marked down a little place on his way to the station.
It is a lovely day, and we are very happy!
The girl who waits upon us at the little tea place likes us, and so do the other Tommies and their friends who are having tea there.
We sit at little tables, but at very close quarters with each other, and we smile at them and they at us.
I have brought Donald some letters, which pleases him, and Dorothy has brought him some splendid socks, knitted by herself.
After tea we walk across an arid plain to a little wood, and sit down under the trees.