Fanny Lambert

eavesley, lighting his pipe and taking his seat at

elinda, piling the tray. "He calle

u give

lent it to him the night before la

ed[Pg 2] looking tube. "So I did, so I did; that's the fifteenth umbrella or so th

of-all-work, looking round the studio as if in

r of the lost umbrellas, turning to hi

ts owner was a slight, pleasant-faced youth, happy-go-lucky looking, with a gl

st four months or so of the year he spent the hundred pounds, during the rest of the year he squandered his uncle; that is to say he would have

g

ing mists on the road to success were clearing away, leaving to the view in

ed as he worked only

he omnibuses in the King's Road, the sleigh bells of th

ion of the King's Road, Chelsea, where flaming June was also

The blazing barrow of flowers all a-growing and a-blowing, the late-June

s in

morning post. The handwriting[Pg 4] was large and generous and careless, for no man living co

Laurels,

vice. I think I will be in the King's Road to-morrow,

anny L

's the p

hed his coat where the letter lay,

a step on the stairs, a knock at the