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look so. I want to speak to some people
before they leave, but you can come back
presently and have some strawberries if you
like;” so I get up and follow him from the
tent.

As we pass the corner where my sister
and Mr. Greenway are sitting Father turns
and gives her one of his long contemptuous
stares. ‘Tiny crimsons to the roots of her
hair, and I feel 1 am doing the same; but on
the whole I am certainly relieved, as I did
not think we should have escaped without a
storm.

I know well, though, as does Tiny, that it
is only a question of waiting till we are alone
in the carriage with him again.

The first people we meet are the Feather-
stones, our vicar and his wife. Mrs. F. is
arrayed in a bright blue silk and a bonnet
which is wonderful to behold, at least to
strangers, but I am hardened to the sight of
them, for have I not seen them twenty times
before? At the flower-show last year, on

every fine Sunday this summer, at the Con-
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