"Won't you please help me, Mr. Andrew?" she said, smiling down at him.
He held out his arms, and she sprang lightly to the ground.
"I hope you don't mind our coming," she said to him. "I was so anxious to see your cottage."
"There is little enough to see," Andrew answered, "but you are very welcome."
"We are sorry to trouble you," Cecil said, a little uneasily, "but would it be possible to give these ladies some tea?"
"Certainly," Andrew answered. "I will go and get it ready."
"Oh, what fun!" Jeanne declared. "I am coming to help. Please, Mr. Andrew, do let me help. I am sure I could make tea."
"It is not necessary, thank you," Andrew answered. "I have a lodger who has brought his own servant. As it happens he was just preparing some tea for us. If you will come round to the other side, where it is a little more sheltered, I will bring you some chairs."
They moved across the grass-grown little stretch of sand. The Princess peered curiously at Berners.
"Your face," she remarked, "seems quite familiar to me."