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Then she turned into the house to set at rest the panic of anxiety which had arisen over her non-appearance with the other members of the shopping party. On the High Seas There was quite a merry gathering at Cheverley Chase that Christmas. All the Ingleton children were at home, and with Cousin Clare and Mr.

"I don't know any chum I like better. She always plays the game somehow, doesn't she?" "Rather!" agreed Noreen. "I think the way she's taken her place at Cheverley Chase without cuckooing all that family out, or making them jealous, is just marvelous. If anybody deserves her kingdom, it's Princess Carmel; it's only one in a thousand who could have done what she has."

Together they took out the sheet of paper, unfolded it, and bent their heads over it. "Why, it's Grandfather's writing!" exclaimed Lilias as she read the first words: "This is the last will and testament of me Leslie Ingleton of Cheverley Chase near Balderton." "It's surely not another will?" fluttered Dulcie. Carmel said nothing; her eyes were devouring the contents of the paper.

You thought Grandfather had left the property to a boy cousin Leslie!" "Well, didn't he?" "Yes, and no! There is no boy cousin. This is Leslie only she's called Carmel the heiress of Cheverley Chase!" "You!" exclaimed Everard again, gazing at Carmel. "Don't call me 'the heiress, Dulcie," protested Carmel.

They formed quite a little cavalcade as they turned from the hard motor track down the grassy lane where a dilapidated sign-post pointed to Ringfield and Cheverley.

Ever since Father and Mother, in the great disaster of the wreck of the Titanic, had gone down together into the gray waters of the Atlantic, the Ingleton children had lived with their grandfather, Mr. Leslie Ingleton, at Cheverley Chase.

She did not care to say any more, or ask questions, and could only wait until the whole sad, miserable affair was over. Some of the guests returned to the house after the funeral, and these, with the family, were present when Mr. Bowden read aloud the will of the late Squire of Cheverley Chase.

Judge her surprise, therefore, when she heard the hoot of a motor-horn, and the next instant saw, coming up the drive, the well-known Daimler touring car from Cheverley Chase. In her excitement she almost dropped her clubs. Had Cousin Clare come over to see them? Or had Everard a holiday?

But by this time Lilias and Dulcie will have ridden up hill and down dale, and will be turning Rajah and Peri in at the great wrought-iron gates of Cheverley Chase, and trotting through the park, and up the laurel-bordered carriage drive to the house. There was quite a big welcome for them when they arrived.

Stacey, who had taken his vacation in June and July, had returned to Cheverley in time to greet Roland, Bevis, and Clifford, a welcome state of affairs to Cousin Clare, for the three lively boys were almost beyond her management, and needed the kindly authority which the tutor knew so well how to wield without friction.