"How d'ye do?" Tom looked up and nodded.
"How d'ye do?" Mr. Garratt nodded back, trying to do it easily. "Thought it was Sir George Stringer at first till I recollected that he was a middle-ager."
"We didn't expect you to-day, Mr. Garratt," Hannah remarked, pouring out his tea.
"I told Miss Vincent I should come." He looked across at Margaret, determined to show off before the stranger.
"I don't remember that you did—" Margaret began.
"Oh, come now, you knew I wanted to bring you that book of poems I told you about. You shall have it if you're good."
"You had better give it to Hannah, Mr. Garratt. She will appreciate it more than I shall. I had no idea that you meant to bring it."
Tom looked up and wondered what it all meant.
"Well, but what did I say the other night?"