Despair's Last Journey - David Christie Murray - Bog

"[...] 'All right, ' the girl responded. 'You'll find 'em in the garden. They'll be rare and proud to see you.' Paul, somewhat shamefaced, took the familiar way into the garden, and stood rooted. A small striped tent of pink and white had been set up on the unshaven grass-plot, and five or six girls, all in white dresses, were seated near it round a tea-table. One, who had black hair and dark eyes, wore a crimson sash, and the rest had blue sashes with prodigious bows. Paul knew them all with one exception, but after the first glance he had eyes for the exception only. She was a lackadaisical young person of[...]."