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Bevis was a good ally in this respect, and would often call in at Burswood Farm with some uncommon specimen which he thought they had not yet found for themselves. He had come on this errand one morning, and was helping Mavis to screw up her pressing boards, when Mrs. Tremayne happened to mention the scarcity of shells in the neighbourhood of Chagmouth. "I've hardly found any!" she remarked.
He evidently, however, had some slight gift for minstrelsy, for one day there was a tremendous rap on the front-door knocker at Burswood Farm, then a sound of running footsteps, and inside the letter-box was a note addressed to 'Miss Merle Ramsay, in a rather wobbly and unformed hand.
I say when I've got a nice place like this to live in I'll stay here, and not worry myself with climbing up and down hill." Though Mavis and Merle might not hold with Mrs. Treasure's depreciation of Chagmouth, they thoroughly agreed with her eulogy of Burswood.
Tremayne's duties claimed him in London, and, most prosaic of all, another batch of visitors was expected at Burswood, so that they could no longer have the rooms. After tremendous leave-takings the jolly party separated, Dr. Ramsay fetching Mavis and Merle in the car, while Mr. and Mrs. Tremayne took Clive home with them, for he was to try another term at his preparatory school.
What a lovely tribe of us to go out picnics!" "We'll have the time of our lives!" Burswood Farm, where Mr. and Mrs. Percy Tremayne had taken rooms, was on the hillside above Chagmouth. It was a delightful spot, with that airy feeling about it that comes from looking down upon your neighbours' chimneys. "I wouldn't live in Chagmouth, not if you paid me hundreds a year!" declared Mrs.
The girls were almost weeping when it came to saying good-bye to Burswood Farm, and to Mr. and Mrs. Who welcomed us to Burswood Farm Amid the heart of Devon's charm, With skies so blue and seas so calm? 'Twas Mrs. Treasure. Who was it chopped our logs of wood To make our fires so bright and good, And brought from Durracombe our food? 'Twas Mr. Treasure.
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