"Miss Chance won't forget," warned Pamela with conviction.
Hughie set that aside.
"They are in a state of miserableness, so nobody is remembering things," he said, "it's rather beastly, Pam, they can't sail the Messenger any more----"
"Who can't?" interrupted Pamela sharply, pausing with a glass of potted meat in her hand.
"All of them--Mollie, and Jim Crow, and Addie, and the worst is that Addie will be cross most of the time now, which is a fearful pity; he won't help me do my rigging, because it will remind him of the yawl. It's most unlucky for everybody."
"Why can't they sail the Messenger any more?" asked Pamela, going on with her supper. The thought flashed through her mind that the sudden and brief appearance of Sir Marmaduke was going to be explained simply.
"Because the gardens at Crown Hill are in a mess," Hughie went on with slow emphasis, "they are in a fearful mess, and everything is growing too fast, and Mr. Jordan can't do it, and there aren't any men, because they're mostly dead in the War. Miss Ashington says Penberthy has got to go in the gardens the whole while. Not a minute on the sea--and you know they can't go without Penberthy, Sir Marmaduke won't let them."
"Beastly hard luck," said Pamela firmly.
"I expect it's Fate," Hughie suggested thoughtfully.
"Why can't they have Peter Cherry from Woodrising?" said Pamela, ignoring fate.