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Updated: May 23, 2025
Wild ideas surged through her mind of disguising herself and sweeping a crossing there were stories of wealthy crossing-sweepers or rivaling Charlie Chaplin on the cinema stage, but somehow they did not seem quite practicable for a girl of sixteen. She left Quenrede's question unanswered. It was only late on Saturday afternoon that a great idea came to her.
Saxon, the unfailing sunshine-radiator of the household, tried to ignore the tone of discontent in her husband's voice, the grumpy attitude of Egbert, Quenrede's fit of the blues, and Athelstane's rather martyred pose. She insisted on bundling everybody out for a blow on the moors.
After which hint, Ingred, who had some acquaintance with the perversity of Quenrede's feminine mind, did exactly the opposite, and, abandoning her basket to the custody of Mr. Broughten, left him helping her sister to gather bluebells, and took herself off with Hereward. "He's not half bad!" she ruminated laughingly.
Quenrede's shyness, which was only an outer casing, had suddenly disappeared in the presence of a fellow-victim of social conventions, and conversation came easily, all the more so after being pent-up all the evening. Henry Desmond, wandering into the conservatory presently, remarked to his partner, sotto voce: "That Saxon girl's chattering sixteen to the dozen now!
"Ingred! That man knew what I was doing! I saw the horrid amusement in his face. He was laughing at me for all he was worth. I know he was!" At eighteen it is an overwhelming matter to be laughed at. Quenrede's newly-developed dignity was decidedly wounded. "After all, it was a very schoolgirlish thing to do," she remarked, sticking in hair-pins as well as she could without a mirror.
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