She felt again her delighted astonishment at sight of the pair of them coming up the garden. She had washed her hair and was drying it in the sun when they appeared; it was spread in a mass round her shoulders and down to her waist, and she was brushing the last of the damp out of it.
‘Hullo!’ said Martin.
‘Hullo!’
They came smiling up to her.
‘Are you busy?’ said Martin.
‘No, only washing my hair. Please excuse it.’
‘We like it,’ said Roddy. He watched her brushing, combing it and shaking it back over her shoulders as if fascinated.
‘Are you doing anything this afternoon?’ said Martin.
‘Oh no!’—eagerly.
‘Shall we be in the way?’