Garth did not consider that he had had a horrid morning at all.  It was not every day that the thrilling excitement of a broken leg came his way; and later, he had found enormous satisfaction in dusting and tidying the house, and in spurring Horrors to amazing efforts in the kitchen.  The housework was done by the time the buggy drew up at the back gate—if the corners were not above reproach, Aileen knew better than to look at them. She looked instead at her little son’s glowing face, and kissed him, with moist eyes; and Tom’s deep "Well done, old man!" sent Garth into the seventh heaven.