'She is my sister,' replied Jasmine.
'Your sister! Then whyever doesn't she come to this splendid school?'
'Oh, we 'll get her yet, Ivor.'
'We must,' said Ivor. 'I can see by her face that she 'll be no end of fun.'
'Fun!' replied Jasmine. 'She 's the very life of The Garden.'
'The Garden? What do you mean by The Garden?'
'That's where we happen to live,' replied Jasmine.
'You are not a weekly pupil, are you, Ivor?'
'No, alas! I 'm not. My home's too far away.'
'Well,' said Jasmine, 'I 'll beg Mrs Macintyre to let me invite you to dine with us at The Garden on Sunday.'