“Yes, mum,” said Rosie.
Then Hester and Betty each drank a tumblerful of the fresh milk Farmer Hobbs had brought, and in great glee started off on their wheels, while Timmy Loo scampered along behind.
“It seems mean to run away,” said Hester; but Betty replied:
“Not at all; it’s only fair that Daisy should do some work. Let’s go around by the church and down that road to the beach.”
Rosie started obediently on her errand; but Jessie stopped her as she passed the door, inquiring:
“Where did the girls go?”
“I cudden’t tell ye, miss; they wint galloping away on their bicycles.”
“They did! What about breakfast?”
“They towld me to give this note to Miss Margreet.”
“Oho!” said Jessie, reading the notice, “they did, did they? Well, take it up, Rosie.” And Jessie sauntered out on the piazza and sniffed the salt morning air.