He knew what hisbrother surgical-registrars said of
Simon Orange. He still held the girlsarm, but he looked at the father. Hebent down
and propped with twigs two or three brilliant heads thathad had to bow before the
wind. A maid came to say that a man with flowers had come to the
frontdoor.
But unlike Peter Pan, Kit did not setgreat store by
his own shadow.
A bath and agood hunger, and the sun shining upon
the grass, and the birdssinging! Christopher stood watching the engine of the
incoming train. He heard a rumbling and a squeakiness that was Simon
Orangesvoice.
I think I should prefer something
gentler.
And the wallflowerslooking miserable, and the
little daisies braving it with pinched,red noses.
He had not realized the other sexs errant and
adventurousinclinations. Sorrell stood holding the telegram in his two
hands.
The flower-sellers voice was to be heard. You see,
the girls father is a rather suspicious sortof chap, interfering,
funny.
My wife says that it economizes small talk. A bath
and agood hunger, and the sun shining upon the grass, and the
birdssinging!
For Kit had one ofthose unexpected days when
unexpected things happen.
Kit lit his pipe, and the hand that held the match
was very steady.
It is possible todrown in your own subtlety. Kit
smiled, but it was a self-conscious smile. But unlike Peter Pan, Kit did not
setgreat store by his own shadow.
One can do more than that, was Sorrells reply. Kit,
with his memories of her and hercroquet mallet, could well imagine Molly doing it.
Christopher was arranging some of his books.