This stern girl had a sense of humour after all.
Then the chaff became a cheer; and the Polefax Meeting was over.
CHAPTER V
Across the Downs
What Old Mat called his little bit of theayter—which his irreverent daughter was wont to describe with characteristic brutality as sheer swank—was quickly over.
As soon as the buggy left the fields and bumped down into the pack-horse track which led up the shoulder of the Downs, Old Mat halted. Boy slipped down from her seat, and the old man and Monkey Brand followed more leisurely. Silver dismounted, too.
The little cavalcade wound slowly up the hill, skirting the steep side of a coombe that gathered the dusk in its huge green bowl until it brimmed with mystery.
Boy looked down into it and longed, as often before, that she had wings on which to float upon that soft and undulating sea of shadow.