"I love her," I said simply.
"Poor old thing," he said. "Let me know about the wedding. I must make a point of being there."
I pressed his hand. "You're a brick," I said.
Then I hurried out into a taxi and drove to Daphne's.
She refused me.
THE LEAN-TO SHED.
(Communicated by an eight-year-old.)
I've a palace set in a garden fair,