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"If we'd been living in Grovebury," she remarked, "we should probably have taken a jaunt to Wynch-on-the-Wold as a special treat. Let us think ourselves lucky in being on the spot and only having to turn out of our own door to be at once in such lovely scenery. It's like having a country holiday at Christmas instead of midsummer a thing I always hankered after and never got before!"
The Saxons were spending their summer holidays at a farm near the seaside, and for the first time in four long years the whole family was reunited. Mr. Saxon, Egbert, and Athelstane had only just been demobilized, and had hardly yet settled down to civilian life. They had joined the rest of the party at Lynstones before returning to their native town of Grovebury.
I suppose I was rather silly and absurd, but I knew nobody in Grovebury then, and Mother was ill in her room, and Father away all day anyhow I got into the habit of talking to it as if it were a girl friend, and showing it my paintings, and my pressed flowers, and everything I was doing. I pretended it liked to see them. Sometimes I even brought up my violin and played to it.
The Members of Parliament for Grovebury, and the Mayor, and many other important people were to be present, to say nothing of parents and visitors. The pupils, assembled in the freshly color-washed dressing-rooms, greeted one another excitedly. "How do you like it?" "Oh, it's topping!" "Beats the old place hollow!" "There's room to turn around here!" "And the lockers are just A1."
Little things that perhaps we laugh at afterwards, hurt very much at the time, and Ingred was passing through an ultra sensitive phase. During the latter part of that autumn term she detested Beatrice. One day Miss Burd announced that on the following Saturday there was to be a match played in a suburb of Grovebury between two first-class ladies' hockey clubs.
As the account of such a contest is always much more interesting when narrated by an actual spectator, and as Nora wrote a long and accurate description of it afterwards to a cousin at school in London, I will insert her letter, and allow it to speak for itself. "Grovebury College. "My Dear Margaret, "I simply must tell you about the hockey match we played last Saturday!
Naturally it had hurt her to relinquish Rotherwood, and it grieved her for the girls' sake that most of her old acquaintances in Grovebury had not troubled to pay calls at Wynchcote.
The scenery was very beautiful, for trees edged the river, and clothed the slopes till they gave way to the gorse and heather of the wild moorlands. Wynch-on-the-Wold was a hamlet which, since the opening of the electric railway, was just beginning to turn into a suburb of Grovebury.
"Grovebury expects every girl to do her duty on Saturday. It will be bad luck for the season if we lose our first match." The Clinton Old Girls' Association had its field at Denscourt, a town ten miles away from Grovebury.
"But she probably counts it her choicest blessing!" exclaimed Ingred. And then the whole family broke out laughing, and Mother's little lecture ended in fun. It made its impression upon individual members all the same. The six miles which separated the Saxons from Grovebury seemed to have set up an effectual barrier between them and the old world in which they had moved before.
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