“What was that you said?” he asked, when at length he tore himself away and caught up with Honoria.
“That was a horrid story you told. It spoiled my afternoon, and I’ll trouble you not to tell any more of the sort.”
CHAPTER XI.
LIZZIE REDEEMS HER DOLL AND HONORIA THROWS A STONE.
A broad terrace ran along the southern front of Tredinnis House. It had once been decorated with leaden statues, but of these only the pedestals remained.
Honoria, perched on the terraced wall, with her legs dangling, was making imaginary casts with a trout-rod, when she heard footsteps. A child came timidly round the angle of the big house—Lizzie Pezzack.
“Hullo! What do you want?”
“If you please, miss—”
“Well?”
“If you please, miss—”
“You’ve said that twice.”