Roof Tree

Enid has obligingly carried the fruit tree, in its lead jardinière, up to the new roof terrace.

“What a beauty,” says Mr Foxe.

“Indeed,” says Mr Boxe. “And so convenient. I’m going to try it out. Do you suppose anyone’s looking?”

“Don’t you dare,” says Mr Foxe.

“Too late,” says Mr Boxe, contentedly.