Was a little effaced by a red blouse but there was no mistaking the genuine brightness of her welcome. He was to come in to tea and Mrs. Larkins exuberantly genial in a floriferous but dingy flannel dressing gown appeared to confirm that. He brought in his bicycle and put it in the narrow empty passage and everyone crowded into a small untidy kitchen whose table had been hastily cleared of the _debris_ of the midday repast. "You must come in 'ere " said Mrs. Larkins "for Miriam's turning out the... read more
