a broad veranda looking toward a wide lawn, with the main road and the red swamp in the distance.
The butler met them, all obeisance.
‚ÄúAsk Miss Helen to come down,‚Äù said Mr. ¬ÝCresswell.
Sam glanced at him.
‚ÄúMiss Helen will be dreadful sorry, but she and the Colonel have just gone to town‚ÅÝ‚ÄîI believe her Aunty ain‚Äôt well.‚Äù
Mr. ¬ÝCresswell looked annoyed.
“Well, well! that’s too bad,” he said. “But at any rate, have a seat a moment out here on the veranda, Miss Taylor. And, Sam, can’t you find us a sandwich and something cool? I could not be so inhospitable as to send you away hungry at this time of day.”
Miss Taylor sat