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I say, you were in a jolly old mess, weren't you? Rather cold for sleeping out?" "If we'd known you were coming over we wouldn't have started." "I didn't know myself till the last minute. I'll bike over to Durracombe to-morrow afternoon if I may? I haven't seen you and Merle for ages. You've given Chagmouth people an excitement! I should think half the town's waiting on the quay for you!
"There's a sneaky look about her eyes," she commented to Mavis. "Sybil lunges out and finds open fault, but Kitty hits in the dark. I hope she's not going to spoil Iva!" "Oh, don't say that!" "They're chums already, and Iva is rather a chameleon! She takes the colour of her character from her friends." Chagmouth Folk
"We've certainly heard a sort of trotting sound when we've been in bed at night," said Mavis, anxious to establish evidence. "We didn't think of getting up to look out of the window, but I don't suppose we could have seen on to the road if we had." "Yes; I remember people used to believe in the 'headless horseman," said Mr. Tremayne, who had known Chagmouth very well as a boy.
There were so many jolly friends staying at Chagmouth at present that they made a most delightful circle.
"I've got used to having you with me. Besides, Bevis is coming back to-day!" "I daresay we shall see him next week some time," remarked Mavis demurely. "There's no violent hurry about it." "Why, no; only " "Nonsense, Mavis! Go with your uncle!" broke in Mrs. Ramsay. "This is the first time I ever remember you wanting to stay away from your beloved Chagmouth. What's the matter with you to-day?
I shall never like her, not if I know her to all eternity." The glorious three weeks at Chagmouth were over at last, and there would be no more picnics on the beach, or walks down primrose-decked lanes, or rambles on the cliffs, or merry parties at The Haven or Bella Vista, or expeditions in search of flowers or shells.
Babbie Williams! I'd forgotten for the moment she lives at Chagmouth too." It was Babbie, driving in solitary state, who flew by in the big motor, which turned up the side road that led to The Warren. She gave a friendly nod as she passed, and the six 'sardines' smiled in return. "It's a case of 'we are seven' from Chagmouth," commented Fay. "If we include Mavis and Merle that would make nine.
They would not have exchanged it for a suburban villa for worlds. Just on the opposite side of the harbour, with the jetty and the broad strip of green water in between, was the furnished house rented at present by the Macleods. It stood in the more aristocratic portion of Chagmouth, apart from the town and the fishing, in company with one or two other newly-built residences.
Miss Mitchell is my property, not hers!" Fishermaidens Several Saturdays turned out wet, and it was not until the middle of October that Mavis and Merle were again able to motor with Dr. Tremayne to Chagmouth. They had made arrangements for a nature ramble, so, after an early lunch at Grimbal's Farm, they went to the trysting-place by the harbour to meet the other members of the club.
"I haven't worked my spirits off yet, so I warn you! We'll do something mad after dinner." "What?" "I haven't quite fixed it up yet, but I'll tell you later on." The girls from Chagmouth dined daily with the boarders in the hostel, and were on very good terms with most of them. Fay could therefore be tolerably sure of a certain amount of support in any scheme she chose to evolve.
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