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"Who was that man that knew you, daddy?" said Anne, as they walked up the hill. "That rather enormous one."

"A man called Adams," said Sir Robert. "He owns those big engineering works at Hogglestock. I came across him last year when he insisted on being a benefactor to the Cathedral."

"But you like benefactors, don't you?" said Anne.

"Within measure, within measure," said Sir Robert. "But he gave so large a sum that even the Dean was a little embarrassed. He fears that Adams will want to put up a window to his wife and that would not do at all."

Anne asked why.

"It is rather difficult to explain these things," said Sir Robert, who though he thoroughly believed in class distinctions to a certain extent, felt he ought not to influence his daughter.

"I suppose it might be rather an awful window," said Anne thoughtfully. "Oh, mummy! Gradka is making a perfectly lovely pudding with sour milk, and Miss Bunting and I had our lunch under the vine to-day, and Miss Bunting had a letter from one of her old pupils called David Leslie and he says it is very wet where he is."