Confound that bell. Would it never stop?
Yes it had. No it hadn't. Yes ... it had.
Give a few more minutes for laggards, and then——
Three melancholy and disappointed dogs were left in the Manor Garden, while Miles swung down the drive, past the church, and into the road that led to Wren's End.
What a morning it was!
The whole world seemed to have put on its Sunday frock. There had been rain in the night, and the air was full of the delicious fresh-washed smell of spring herbage. Wren's End seemed wonderfully quiet and deserted as Miles turned into the drive. As he neared the house he paused and listened, but there was no sound of high little voices anywhere.
Were they at church, then?
They couldn't be indoors on such a beautiful day.
Miles whistled softly, knowing that if William were anywhere within hearing, that would bring him at the double.