She went out with firm lips.
"I see what it is!" he cried after her, still ironical.
She turned about.
"What?"
"You're afraid of Aintree."
The girl, who in many matters was still a child, flared at once.
"Afraid of Aintree!" she cried. "I'll show you whether I'm afraid of Aintree or not!"
She marched down the passage, pursued by his mocking laughter, and went out into the yard with nodding head and flashing eyes.
Then she walked to the gate and looked across the Paddock Close.
Mr. Haggard was walking slowly up toward the church to take the children's service. On the public path by the stile were two figures engaged in conversation. She recognized them at once. They were Joses and Monkey Brand.