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"I knew lots in London." "It does seem queer to think that you have lived in great big London and know all about it, while I have never been farther away than Morristown." "Perhaps you'll come to London with us some day. Wouldn't it be fun? I wonder how you would feel." Marjory thought over this conversation as she rode down the hill towards Braeside.
Blanche came and begged that her friend might be allowed to go just once to a picnic luncheon on the moor, but the doctor was firm in his refusal. He himself was invited to dine at Braeside, but he declined the invitation, courteously but firmly. So there was nothing to be done but to submit.
Might I ask if you was wantin' any odd jobs done, miss? My old man's out o' work, an' " "Oh no, thank you," said Marjory, cutting the woman short; "I only wanted to inquire." And she turned Brownie's head in the direction of Braeside. "Good-morning. I'm much obliged to you." Marjory was bitterly disappointed at the failure of her peacemaking mission, for she had set out almost certain of success.
She could see the house at Braeside very well from her bedroom, and, perched on the window-sill, she watched for Blanche's coming. At last she saw two figures a small one and a tall one coming out of the house. The tall one was a man, and must be Mr. Forester she decided; and in that case she would not go to meet them she felt too shy.
I say, may she come along?" he added, turning to Hildegarde with a conscience-stricken look. Hildegarde nodded eagerly, hoping that his request had not been heard. Just beyond the Ladies' Garden was a high board-fence which separated Braeside from the neighbouring place.
In the afternoon Marjory sat in the Braeside pew with Mrs. Forester and Blanche. Again the preacher's theme was love "the greatest thing in the world" love to the Creator, and, through it, love to all His creatures great and small.
The whole braeside seemed to be crawlin' downwards. There was a river at the bottom and a high-arched wooden bridge. Beyond the bridge were many lights torches on a wall. The creepin' men all flowed towards the bridge. There had been no sound of any kind, just a velvet stillness. And then there was a cry in the darkness, the cry of a man who has been stabbed suddenly to the hairt.
Marjory did not see the Braeside visitors till the Sunday morning, when they met in the churchyard. Mrs. Hilary Forester was a very grand personage, but looked good-natured. Her daughter Maud, whom she considered to be little short of an angel, certainly did not look like one just then.
If it would bear, they were to come back to Braeside for lunch, and afterwards Mr. Forester would go with them and give Blanche her first lesson. As they were walking along, a collie came bounding up to Silky, and then to Marjory, wagging his tail, as if delighted to see her. "That's the Morisons' dog," she said; "the boys must be home. Perhaps they're coming to the pond too."
"Laura has gone, I believe, to meet my brother at the lodge. He has been over to Braeside on business." "He is selling some land there?" "I hope so!" said Augustina, with fervour. "It is time indeed that our poor orphans were housed," said Father Bowles naively. "For the last three months some of our dear nuns have been sleeping in the passages." Augustina sighed.
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