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My dear young ladies, you leave the house as it is, and, mark my words, Miss Tredgold will go in a week's time at the latest." The girls looked full at nurse while she was talking. A look of contentment came into Verena's face. She shook herself to make sure she was all there; she pinched herself to be certain that she was not dreaming; then she settled down comfortably.
Miss Tredgold guessed that things were coming to a crisis, and she was prepared to wait. Now, Miss Tredgold was a very good woman; she was also a very wise and a very temperate one. She was filled with a spirit of forbearance, and with the beautiful grace of charity. She was all round as good a woman as ever lived; but she was not a mother.
Sometimes we are lazy and lie on the grass all day. We do what we like always, and always just when we like. Don't we, Renny?" "Yes," said Verena. "We do what we like, and in our own way." "In future," said Miss Tredgold, "you will do things in my way. I hope you will not dislike my way; but whether you like or dislike it, you will have to submit."
The heavy clouds disappeared and the sun came out. The sea changed from grey to blue, and Tredgold and Stobell, coming on deck after a good breakfast, arranged a couple of chairs and sat down to admire the scene. Aloft the new sails shone white in the sun, and spars and rigging creaked musically. A little spray came flying at intervals over the bows as the schooner met the seas.
Under the tactful guidance of Edward Tredgold the conversation was led to shipwrecks, fires at sea, and other subjects of the kind comforting to the landsman, Mr. Chalk favouring them with a tale of a giant octopus, culled from Captain Bowers's collection, which made Mrs. Stobell's eyes dilate with horror. "You won't see any octopuses," said her husband. "You needn't worry about them."
Tredgold, slowly "suppose anybody found it without your connivance, would you take your share?" "Let'em find it first," said the captain. "Yes, but would you?" inquired Mr. Chalk. Captain Bowers took up the map and returned it to its place in the bureau. "You go and find it," he said, with a genial smile. "You give us permission?" demanded Tredgold. "Certainly," grinned the captain.
Deprived of his society the captain consoled himself with that of Edward Tredgold, a young man for whom he was beginning to entertain a strong partiality, and whose observations of Binchester folk, flavoured with a touch of good-natured malice, were a source of never-failing interest. "He is very wide-awake," he said to his niece. "There isn't much that escapes him."
"The lock seems all right; I need not have bothered you," said Miss Drewitt, regarding him gravely. "Ah, it seems easy," said Mr. Tredgold, shaking his head, "but it wants knack." The girl closed the door smartly, and, turning the key, opened it again without any difficulty. To satisfy herself on more points than one she repeated the performance. "You've got the knack," said Mr.
"I answered your question just now," said the girl, very quietly, "because I wanted to ask you one. Do you believe my uncle's story about the buried treasure?" Mr. Tredgold eyed her uneasily. "I never attached much importance to it," he replied. "It seemed rather romantic." "Do you believe it?" "No," said the other, doggedly.
It was a cold, frosty day in January, and she smiled agreeably as she hurried downstairs to the fire and tried to imagine the temperature up aloft. Stern in his attention to duty, Mr. Tredgold climbed day after day to his post of observation and kept a bored but whimsical eye on a deserted cowhouse three miles off.
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