A STRANGER APPEARS AT EGLOSHAYLE
CORAL and Beryl received a hearty welcome home from the good folks of Egloshayle. Every one seemed glad that they had returned. The little Sunday scholars were delighted to see their teachers again, and to learn that the school was to be re-opened on the following Sunday.
After their long holidays, Miss Burton found that her pupils settled to their lessons better than she could have expected. She kept them well employed, and so busy and happy were they that the days seemed winged, so swiftly did they pass.
At the end of June, Mr. Hollys returned home, but he did not remain more than a few weeks at Egloshayle. After he had gone, in the warm August days, the children almost lived in the open air, reading and working, or learning their lessons in some shady nook in the garden, and often coaxing Miss Burton to allow them to have their tea or supper there. Sometimes they would picnic at some pleasant place along the shore; Andrew would go with them loaded with various requisites, and with his help the children would kindle a fire in some sheltered corner amongst the rocks, and boil the kettle for tea in gipsy fashion. When this enjoyable repast was over, Coral and Beryl would amuse themselves by clambering about the rocks, or wading in the waves in search of shells or seaweed.
Though she was now in her teens, and growing a tall girl, Beryl did not disdain these simple pleasures. She was perfectly satisfied with the life she led, and no thought of change, or trouble ever crossed her mind. But whilst she was thus fearless of the future, the coming days were bringing her change and trouble of a kind that would be very hard to bear.
Mr. Hollys came home again at the beginning of September, and, as usual at this season, he had many visitors. Engaged though he was, he managed to find time for many a visit to the schoolroom, and showed much interest in the doings of the children and their governess.
It happened one day, at this time, that Miss Burton and the children, returning through the village from a walk, noticed a strange gentleman standing at the door of the "Blue Anchor Inn." There was nothing remarkable in his appearance; he was merely a tall, dark man, with a long brownish beard, and they would not have given a second thought to him, had he not attracted their attention by starting forward as he caught sight of the children, and regarding them, as they passed, with an earnestness which they found rather embarrassing.
"How that man stared at us!" exclaimed Beryl loftily. "I think it was very rude of him."
"I fancy he thought he had seen you before," remarked Miss Burton.
"He looked at Coral most," said Beryl. "I wonder who he is."