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Updated: June 28, 2025
The conclusion of the excursion meant the close of the holiday, for school would begin again on the following Monday. Everybody had enjoyed it immensely, and everybody was only too sorry it was over. To Ingred it marked an epoch. She had suddenly made friends with Bess Haselford. Now she viewed Bess with unprejudiced eyes she realized what an exceedingly nice and attractive girl she really was.
Only six hands were raised, belonging respectively to Ingred Saxon, Avie Irving, Avis Marlowe, Francie Hall, Bess Haselford, and Beatrice Jackson herself. "A poor muster for Va!" remarked Kitty. "As Ingred's our warden, I should think she'd better write the report." "The Finbury ground is a horribly awkward place to get to," put in Beatrice. "I suppose you'll motor there, Ingred."
Precious row I shall get into with the Snark!" "Why should we say anything about it?" "Not say anything?" "There's really no need. It's over and done with now. I don't want to get you into a scrape. I vote we just keep it to ourselves." Ingred paused, with her hand on the gate, and gazed with unaffected astonishment at her companion. "Bess Haselford, you're the biggest trump I've ever met!
"Mother is so fond of birds," explained Bess. "They amuse her when her head's bad and she doesn't care to see anybody. She's made most of them wonderfully tame." Mrs. Haselford proved to be a gentle pleasant lady who shook hands kindly with Ingred, then excused herself on the score of ill-health, and retired to her room, leaving the girls to have tea by themselves.
Haselford the elder proved a delightful old gentleman, deeply interested in music, and much gratified that his grand-daughter was to play at the Abbey. "It was a happy thought of yours, my dear!" he said to Ingred. "Why, I've often attended those recitals, and never guessed little Bess would be asked to take part in one!
I think we shall be able to show that the twentieth century can produce work of merit on its own lines, without slavishly copying either the classical or the mediæval style of architecture." Old Mr. Haselford had even gone further. "My son's part of the business is now entirely at Grovebury," he continued. "And I feel I should like him to have a house of his own.
"And I think he will be able to plan a house to satisfy Mr. and Mrs. Haselford. It's just the kind of work he likes." "Mother, when they leave Rotherwood, shall we have to let it to any one else, or would it be possible " Ingred hesitated, with the wish that for nearly a year she had put resolutely away from her trembling on her lips. "To go back there ourselves?" finished Mother.
I'll tell you when it's your turn. It's VA. next. Francie Hall, come along at once!" "I can't! I can't!" objected Francie. "So it's no use asking me; it isn't indeed! I'll tell you what Bess Haselford plays the violin, and, what's more, she's got it with her, for I saw her put it away in the dressing-room." "O-O-Oh!
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