Ted looked in after a ride, hoping he would be in time to catch Denis. The sight of his riding things brought a lump to Nell's throat, but she smiled on him brightly.
"I'm going to make some cakes, Ted, and you're to help eat them this afternoon!"
"Oh, I say—er—I'm always here—"
"If you're tired of coming—"
"You know I'm not!"
"Well, then, don't be a goose."
"May I watch you make the cakes?"
She laughed.
"You're like the lodge children at home. So sure as I went into the kitchen to make cakes, yellow and black heads would appear round the door, and beaming mouths would wait for bits! Come along!"
He amused her greatly by wandering after her round the kitchen with a chair.