'It's a funny kind of day, isn't it?' she said, aware, even as she made it, of the inanity of this remark.
'What is funny?' inquired the Rector.
'Well, I mean, it was so cold and misty this morning, and now the sun's come out and it's turned quite fine.'
'Is there anything particularly funny about that?'
That was no good, obviously. He must have had bad news, she thought. She tried again.
'I do wish you'd come out and have a look at the things in the back garden some time, Father. The runner beans are doing so splendidly! The pods are going to be over a foot long. I'm going to keep all the best of them for the Harvest Festival, of course. I thought it would look so nice if we decorated the pulpit with festoons of runner beans and a few tomatoes hanging in among them.’ This was a fau
