“That’s the worst of being a weekly boarder,” moaned the martyred one; “but you may be sure I’m coming up to watch the match. Dad’s coming, too, if he can. If not, the boy’ll bring me in the trap. I wouldn’t miss the Redford School match for anything.”
“I say,” Margot said suddenly to Gretta, “I wonder if mother would come?”
CHAPTER X
A HOLIDAY ADVENTURE
“AND we might get a chance, you know,” remarked Stella, “of doing something to win the shield; though I don’t know if it would count, on a holiday!”
Margot shook her head. It was difficult to know. “Of course, I suppose there’s much more chance to find something exciting out of school,” said she. “So, perhaps, that way, it wouldn’t be fair to the rest.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean that way, exactly,” began Stella, as they walked up the little drive to the rectory front-door. “Mo—ther!”
They had driven down together in the ponycart which had been brought up to the Cliff School by the rector’s boy, Jim, to fetch Stella home. It had been ripping to jingle along the hard high road, even although the stolid Jim had kept hold of the reins all the way without realizing how Margot’s fingers were itching to handle them herself. Now she was watching, with envy in her eyes, as he led Jerry stablewards.
“I say, I’d love to go and—unharness the pony,” burst from Margot’s lips.
“What!” Stella stood still on the drive and stared.
“It’s only”—the visitor grew rather pink—“that I do so simply adore horses. Only having a car, now—oh, of course, dad’s is a ripping one, and he likes it; but it’s so un-alive after Australia.”