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'How absurd; we have plenty of time, and I want to tell you something. We are perhaps going to live at Blackstead, for we have heard of a lovely little house there with a garden and fruit-trees at least, so the agent says, though Stella says it may only be a tiny apple-tree, with no apples on it, because they always exaggerate in advertisements, observed Vava.
Jones knew they were going to Blackstead, and she felt rather annoyed at his impertinent curiosity, in consequence of which her manner was so reserved, not to say forbidding, that Mr. Jones in his turn wondered what was the matter with his secretary, and whether she would never be more friendly with him.
'Not a bit, especially as they are moving out of town; not but what I shall call upon them when they are settled at Blackstead, and I'll see if I can persuade them to come and dine here then, she said.
Besides, Blackstead is not town, and you will not see many holiday-makers down Heather Road; it will be quieter than an excursion train, with twenty people crowded into one carriage, and then spending the day at a crowded seaside resort, said Amy.
'Oh but there are fruit-trees apples and pears and plums! exclaimed Doreen, and then stopped abruptly. 'Are there such gardens in London suburbs? But there may not be in this one. Do you know the part it is Heather Road, Blackstead? 'Oh yes, I know it, said Doreen in rather a reserved tone.
'You are an ungrateful set, said Eva; but she put the frying-pan out of sight, and listened seriously while the two elder girls talked over the different houses proposed, and Miss Wharton said finally, 'The only one that really suits is this one at Heather Road, Blackstead. 'Then let us go there first, agreed Amy.
'Well, tell her not to do so in future. But she did not say anything about her being an undesirable friend for Vava, to the latter's relief. Stella opened her next letter, which happened to be from the house-agent at Blackstead, and this interested her so much that she forgot about Doreen and her strong language. 'There is a house at Blackstead which sounds ideal, Vava.
Jones had never been to their lodgings, and she had never mentioned them to him, for Stella had forbidden her to speak about them or complain of discomforts. 'Lodgings are mostly uncomfortable, said Mr. Jones, 'and Blackstead is a very healthy suburb. Here Vava looked more astonished still. 'How did you know it was Blackstead? she cried, for she had not mentioned that either.
After all, they're only new friends; they can't expect you to live as if you were one family, and and you know I'm straight if you do come to Blackstead we might do our lessons together? suggested Doreen, by way of comforting Vava.
They travelled out by the same train, alighted at Blackstead, and set off for No. 2 Heather Road, where they arrived not long after seven o'clock to a series of surprises. 'I am tired already, said Eva with a yawn, as they started from Blackstead Station to walk to Heather Road. It was not far, and it was too early for any cabs to be at the station.
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