"Why to-morrow?" she asked in surprise. "Are you having a party?"
"Only Marg's medical m——"
"Dimbie," I shouted, "will you go and see if tea is ready? I can't think what Amelia can be doing." I looked at him feverishly. He sat open-mouthed for a moment, and then he remembered, nodded his head, and set off to the house with a run. I could see from Jane's expression that she thought we were very odd people.
"What—what do you think of the sunflowers?" I asked jerkily.
"I think they appear to be very handsome, self-respecting sunflowers," she replied.
There was an interval of silence.
"What's the matter, Marguerite?" she asked at length. "The atmosphere is charged with a mysterious something which I cannot understand."
"I will tell you on Thursday."
"On Thursday?"
"Yes. Oh, here is Amelia with tea! This is Amelia."