"It's a creeper," explained Nellie. "But Mr. Taverner as good as says there isn't one."
"I'm glad of that. I do not like creeping things. Now I'm going to write to George. My memory is wonderfully good today, and yet I cannot remember the name of the lady he married."
"My memory is better than yours, but I cannot remember it either," laughed Nellie. "When Mr. George marries, I shall expect to hear your banns read out."
"I could have married once," declared Miss Yard. "He was a curate with such a funny face, and his nose was just like a cork."
"Why didn't you?" asked Nellie.
"I think there was some impediment. I rather fancy he took to comic songs, or perhaps he forgot to mention the matter. Why did George go away, if he never means to get married?"
"That's a long story, which I cannot tell you now, as I must get on with the packing. Don't you write to Mr. George. Leave that to me."
"He is coming with us," cried Miss Yard.
"He is not," said Nellie.
She went out, locking the door lest Miss Yard should commence one of her perambulations towards Drivelford, murmuring to herself: