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The girls would have lingered here, trying to catch the funny, wriggling, little black objects, but Miss Frazer's patience gave way at last, and she hurried them on, declaring that if they were not quick they would never get to the farm and back before tea-time. Monkend was a quaint old house, built in the midst of cherry orchards.
"It might have been hours before any of the farm people went into the granary. I wouldn't keep such a savage dog if it were mine." As Lindsay supposed, Miss Frazer was not aware that she had left two of her pupils behind at Monkend, and imagined that the missing pair must have walked home in front of the others. Their absence had only just been discovered when they arrived to explain the cause.
She wants us to go to Monkend, a farm about a mile and a half from here." "A new walk?" asked Beryl. "Yes, we have never been there before, but I don't think we can miss the way." A perfectly fresh walk was a pleasant prospect. Everyone set off, therefore, in the best of spirits.