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Chapter 16
Therewasanearlycupofteainthehall,wheredoorswereopentoletinthesun.Everybodyseemedtobepantingalittle.
’Good-bye,Conniegirl!Comebacktomesafely.’
’Good-bye,Clifford!Yes,Ishan’tbelong.’Conniewasalmosttender.
’Good-bye,Hilda!Youwillkeepaneyeonher,won’tyou?’
’I’llevenkeeptwo!’saidHilda.’Sheshan’tgoveryfarastray.’
’It’sapromise!’
’Good-bye,MrsBolton!Iknowyou’lllookafterSirCliffordnobly.’
’I’lldowhatIcan,yourLadyship.’
’Andwritetomeifthereisanynews,andtellmeaboutSirClifford,howheis.’
’Verygood,yourLadyship,Iwill.Andhaveagoodtime,andcomebackandcheerusup.’
Everybodywaved.ThecarwentoffConnielookedbackandsawClifford,sittingatthetopofthestepsinhishouse-chair.Afterall,hewasherhusband:Wragbywasherhome:circumstancehaddoneit.
MrsChambersheldthegateandwishedherladyshipahappyholiday.Thecarslippedoutofthedarkspinneythatmaskedthepark,ontothehighroadwherethecolliersweretrailinghome.HildaturnedtotheCrosshillRoad,thatwasnotamainroad,butrantoMansfield.Connieputongoggles.Theyranbesidetherailway,whichwasinacuttingbelowthem.Thentheycrossedthecuttingonabridge.
’That’sthelanetothecottage!’saidConnie.
Hildaglancedatitimpatiently.
’It’safrightfulpitywecan’tgostraightoff!’shesaid.WecouldhavebeeninPallMallbynineo’clock.’
’I’msorryforyoursake,’saidConnie,frombehindhergoggles.
