112 A GARDEN DIARY 
some perfectly decorous stranger's face seemed 
to be the most usual, the most natural behaviour. 
Safe! Safe! It was a chime, one which needed 
no joy bells to make it sound louder. Surely for 
us at least it was worth the strain, worth the 
long suspense, the almost hopeless anxiety for 
this? And Ladysmith? and Mafeking? The 
turn has come ; the tide has changed! We shall 
shortly hear the same news of them. We 
shall be rejoicing over both of them to-morrow! 
