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ways had sort of horror OF the east.
and would do anything to avoid run
ming any such risk
So he went away with a lump In
his throat which made him glad that
he was safe In a cab leaving Dorothy
10 face the next week by heself-that
is TO say, except for Barbara, who was
jubiiant at having got her long holi-
day over and delighted to be at work
again.
To Dorothy Barbara at this time was
wonderful study of which she was
never tired. For Barbara had been
born and bred in the country. and had
lived more years at Graveleigh Hail
than Dorothy could remember. and her
comments on town people and town
ways were something more than anus
ing.
"Ah. they did things in a queer sort
of fashion at Holloway. My cousin
Joe lives at Halloway-you know. MISS
Dorothy-he's plumber in quite
large way of business and has money
in the bank and two children at board
ing school learning French and music
and Heaven knows what besides. Mrs.
Joe used to go out every Saturday
night to get her stores in for the week.
as she always said-for Sunday, USED
to think. Never did / see such mar
ketings! A quarter Of pound OF but
ter and four fresh eggs. She regular
prided herself on those fresh eggs.
My dear said | one night to her'
them eggs have been laid at least
week. and doubt II should be far out
II went as far as ten days
"'You see. Barbara says she. you've
been used to country life, with new
laid eggs, and gallons of milk and but
ter by the stone. and ] dare say you
feel bit pinched-like here. But II I'd
let myself go in butter and live on
new-laid eggs at wopence-ha'pe penny
each-well all can say is, l should
have had to rest content without any
boarding schools or anything put by
in the bank
Il don't say. Miss Dorothy-Mfs.
Harris, ma'am. should say Bar
bara went on, in her wtiest tones
that l should wish to go against
my cousin Joe's wife in that respect
thrifty wife is crown of gold to a
man that has to work for living: but
at eggs that have never seen a hen for
nearly fortnight l do draw the line
to call 'em fresh. that Is"
Bul although on most evenings Do
rothy used to tell the old servant to
bring her sowing and come and sit
with her in the pretty little drawing
room, 1t must be confessed that at this
time she found her life dreadfully dull.
and as each day went by she seemed
to miss Dick in her daily life more and
more. For though she had been used
to quiet country home and a quiet
country existence. there had always
been plenty to interest her. Miss
Dimsdale, il somewhat old fashioned.
in her ideas and strict in her notions,
had been both tender and indulgent 10
her little orphan niece. and had. more
over, always been a clever and capa-
BILE woman with whom to associnte.
Then. about a country house there are
always SO many different points of in
terest Either the moles have worked
at last from the meadow under the
hedge and below the very best bit Of
the velvet lawn which Is the very pride
and delight OF your eyes, or the rats
have suddenly acquired pert measure
of audacity and have scraped and bit
ten new hole in the corn-bin or the
newly filed potato bags. or have gone
further and found their way into the
principal pantry and created regular
stampede among your servants. Or
perhaps you catch one of the sinners
in a new trap which cost five and six
pence, and when you go to see rs
wicked, hoary old occupant you feel
that II it never catches another, this
one is well worth the money. Or If
traps and other means. consisting of
horribly smelling polsons suggestive Of
the Internal regions. fail you, perhaps
you have the professional rat-catcher
up from the village with his box of
sinuous, red-eyed ferrets, and then y"u
have your revenge on the rats.