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Tremayne had his branch surgery at Chagmouth, Mavis and Merle were also kept very much in touch with the tone of the place and knew most of the little happenings that occurred.
On Saturday morning Merle had a bilious headache, took some breakfast in bed, and announced that she should spend the day lying in the garden. Mavis also began to make excuses for not going to Chagmouth, but Dr. Tremayne pinched her cheek, declared she looked pale, and that the drive would do her good. "I can't be left without either of my nice little companions!" he complained.
Clive's father and mother were coming to Devonshire for a holiday; they had taken rooms at a farm in Chagmouth, and they had not only arranged for their own son to join them, but they had also asked Mavis and Merle to be their visitors. The girls thought that no invitation could have been more delightfully acceptable.
I found it dead on the shore, so thought you might just as well have it stuffed." "I'm so glad it wasn't shot on purpose, poor dear thing!" said tender- hearted Mavis. "Aren't its feathers soft and lovely? I shall hang it to the beam in our bedroom, and it will always seem like a little bit of Chagmouth when we wake in the mornings. It looks just exactly as if it were alive.
Couldn't get any crackers at those wretched shops in Chagmouth either." "D'you want crackers?" "Rather!" "They had a lot of fireworks last November at Hodges' in Durracombe. Perhaps they'd have some left." "Oh, good bizz! We'll stop in the High Street and see, before we go into school." They were in excellent time, so they called a halt at Hodges' shop and dismissed the car.
As this book partly concerns the doings of the group of girls who came daily from Chagmouth to Durracombe, we will follow them as they motored back on their ten miles' journey from school. Squashed together in 'the sardine-tin, as they irreverently nicknamed the highly respectable car driven by Mr.
It always takes both of us hours to do our prep!" The car meanwhile, with Mr. Vicary at the driving-wheel, had run across the moor and down the steep hill, and was jolting over the cobble-stones of the narrow main street of Chagmouth.
"Oh, I shouldn't like to face her in the study, of course." "Miss Fanny is a dear!" "And so is Miss Pollard." "What d'you think of the monitresses?" "Merle is A1!" "Yes, I'm taken with Mavis and Merle! Partly because they seem to belong to Chagmouth. They come over nearly every Saturday with Dr. Tremayne." "Good! Then we shall see something of them. Hello! What's this car trying to pass us?
His yacht's been at Port Sennen, having some repairs done, and he arranged to go there straight from school early this morning, and sail her round to Chagmouth." "Well! The lad can handle a yacht all right." "It isn't that! Bevis knows as much about sailing as most folks. But there's a nasty sea fog come on, and just as it happens the clapper is gone out of the bell by St. Morval's Head.
Treasure, their landlady. "Once I'm up here, here I stay! I've not been in the town for over six months. I go on Sundays to the little chapel close by, and if I want shops we get out the gig and drive into Kilvan or Durracombe. It isn't worth the climb back from Chagmouth. I carried William up when he was a baby, and it nearly killed me. I set him down in his cradle and I said: 'There, my boy!
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