delightful place if kept in good order. But I'm glad you have had the
grass cut. I remember the first time I came here the grass was
tremendously high, both in front and behind the house. Yesterday I
saw that you have had it cut."

"Yes," said Madame Wachner, glancing at her, "yes, we had the grass cut a
few days ago. Fritz insisted on it."

"If it had been as high as it was the first time I came here, I could
never have made my way through it to the delightful little wood that lies
over there, behind the châlet," went on Sylvia. "I don't think I told you
that I went over there yesterday and waited a while, hoping that you
would come back."

"You went into the wood!" echoed Madame Wachner in a startled tone. "You
should not have done that," she shook her head gravely. "We are forbidden
to go into the wood. We 'ave never gone into the wood."

L'Ami Fritz stood waiting for his visitors in the narrow doorway. He
looked more good-tempered than usual, and as they walked in he chatted
pleasantly to Chester.

"This way," he said, importantly. "Do not trouble to go into the salon,
Madame! We shall have tea here, of course."

And Sylvia Bailey was amused, as well as rather touched, to see the
preparations which had been made in the little dining-room for the
entertainment of Bill Chester and of herself.

In the middle of the round table which had looked so bare yesterday was