"Oh, Miss Judd, ain't it grand in the country?" cried Billy.
She nodded and patted his shoulder. When his mother called him away she said:
"I hope you won't mind Billy."
"Mind him—why should I? You get such strange ideas of me."
Days of perfect weather followed, when the garden and the sea called every moment.
"It is only by sheer force of will that I am getting our belongings unpacked," said Jane, as they lingered after lunch on the veranda.
"Hang our belongings! Get your hat and come for a ramble. This day is a gift, it will never come again."
She picked up her hat and staff.
"Lead off," she smiled.
"Ten minutes for my cigarette," he begged.