a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych–elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The last words had an indescribable ring about them. "Where’s the pony gone?" asked Margaret after a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago." "The wych–elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree." "It is the finest wych–elm in Hertfordshire.
