Whereupon the Boy lifted the tray, and made for the door.
Down the lawn he bore it, and set it safely on the rustic table. He was very deft of movement, was the Boy; yet, remembering his instructions, he contrived to set it down with something of a clatter.
Miss Charteris did not turn her head Her eyes, half closed beneath the long lashes, were on the postern gate.
"Jenkins?" she said.
"Yes, ma'am," replied the Boy, in excellent imitation of the meek tones of Jenkins.
"Should any one call this afternoon, Jenkins, please remember that I am not 'at home.'"
"Hip, hip, hurrah!" said the Boy.
Then she turned—and her face was all, and more than all, he had hoped it might be.
"Oh, Boy," she said. "Oh, Boy dear!"