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"Yes, I promised to visit Susan Gurney she's laid up with rheumatism, poor old soul." "Then I'll drive you, shall I? I suppose you've still got Tommy and the ralli-cart?" "Yes," replied Stair gravely. "Notwithstanding diminishing tithes and increasing taxes, Tommy is still left to us. Apparently he thrives on a penurious diet, for he is fatter than ever."
A few hours later Tony wired "Arriving 3.30 train to-morrow." And now "to-morrow" had become to-day, and Ann, alone in the ralli-cart, was sending Dick Turpin smartly along the road to the station.
The ralli-cart swung round a corner into a narrow lane, and a quick exclamation broke from Ann as she recognised in the tall, striding figure approaching from the opposite direction the man of whom they had just been speaking. A beautiful thoroughbred collie bounded along beside him, looking up at his master every now and again with adoring eyes. "Why, here is Mr. Coventry!" she exclaimed.
She regarded the smart ralli-cart and bright bay cob with interest. The latter, held with difficulty by a lad Robin had left in charge, was dancing gently between the shafts, impatient to be off. "Our trap?" queried Ann. "Yes. It goes with the cottage," explained Robin. "Coventry's been awfully decent over everything.
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