"It's our fault, I'm afraid," said Lindsay. "We kept making you pull out the stops."
"No, you were dears to come. Perhaps Miss Russell will let you blow for me some other evening; then we'll start earlier, and I shall have time to let you both try again."
They had passed under the old yew trees of the churchyard and out through the lich-gate into the road, when Monica suddenly looked over her music and exclaimed:
"How stupid! I've left my little copy of Lux Benigna behind. It doesn't really matter much, only I don't care to get my pieces mixed up with the organist's, and he will be there at a choir practice to-morrow."
"Shall we go back?" suggested Cicely.
"No, I'm in too great a hurry. I want to get home at once."
"Then we'll fetch it for you," said Lindsay.
"Oh, thanks so much! Will you take it to school, please, and give it to me to-morrow, so that I needn't wait now? Good-bye!" and Monica hastened away as fast as possible in the direction of the cottage.
Lindsay and Cicely walked leisurely into the church again, and found the missing piece of music lying on a seat near the organ. They were returning down the aisle when Cicely said:
"Which is the tomb of Sir Roger Courtenay and Catharine Mowbray?"