As they turned the corner of the hedge, they came into the full flood of the sunlight over the meadows, and Tommy smiled.
"I say, I'm awfully sorry we should have got turned out like that, Madge, but I—I didn't know there was somebody else in there—an' that I wasn't to go there, an' that."
"Never mind," said Madge, "let's come up home, and I'll show you my cave—I've got one, too. It's not so good as yours, of course, because you're a boy, but I think it's very pretty all the same, and it's almost as hard to get at."
[VIII]
IN WHICH TWO ADJECTIVES ARE APPLIED TO TOMMY
My lady's lawn is splashed with shade
All intertwined with sun,
And strayingly beneath the boughs
Their tapestry is spun,
For the angel hands of summer-time
Have woven them in one.
My lady's lawn is wrapped with peace,
Its life throbs sweet and strong.
Caressingly across its breast
The laughing breezes throng,
And the angel wings of summer-time
Have touched it into song.
"Thank you," said Lady Chantrey. "I feel so honoured, you know, to have my little garden immortalised in verse."
The poet wrapped up his papers and restored them to his pocket, with a smile.