“You’re coming, mamma?”
“No, my dear, Tiny will go with you. I shall stay in this afternoon.”
“And leave Aunt Matty to say disagreeable things to you. Then I shall stay, too.”
“No, no, dear, go—to please me,” said Lady Rea; and the girl ran off.
The waggonette was round, and Sir Hampton was drawing on his gloves, the image of punctuality, when Fin came rushing down, closely followed by her sister, and the party started for the little station town, Saint Kitt’s, passing on the road another handsome new waggonette, with a fine, well-paced pair of horses.
“I wonder whose turn-out that is?” said Sir Hampton. “Strange thing that everybody gets better horses than I do.”
“I know whose it is,” said Fin, demurely.
“Whose?” said Sir Hampton.
“Daren’t say,” replied Fin. “Ask Edward. Edward!” she cried, “whose carriage is that?”
“Think it’s Mr Trevor’s, ma’am,” said the footman, touching his hat.