Miss Sikkum's romantic soul had received a shock.
CHAPTER XV
MR. TRIGGS TAKES TEA IN KENSINGTON GARDENS
I
"Well, me dear, 'ow goes it?"
Mr. Triggs flooded the room with his genial person, mopping his brow with a large bandana handkerchief, and blowing a cheerful protest against the excessive heat.
Patricia looked up from her work and greeted him with a tired smile, as he collapsed heavily upon a chair, which creaked ominously beneath his weight.
"When you're sixty-two in the shade it ain't like being twenty-five in the sun," he said, laughing happily at his joke.
"Now you must sit quiet and be good," admonished Patricia. "I'm busy with beetles."