CHAPTER I.
"Shall I tell you the Secret?"
For the rest of the way Violet walked with Mrs. Scobel, and at the garden-gate of the Vicarage Roderick Vawdrey wished them both good-night, and tramped off, with his basket on his back and his rod on his shoulder, for the long walk to Briarwood.
Here the children separated, and ran off to their scattered homes, dropping grateful bob-curtsies to the last—"louting," as they called it in their Forest dialect.
"You must come in and have some tea, Violet," said Mrs. Scobel. "You must be very tired."
"I am rather tired; but I think it's too late for tea. I had better get home at once."
"Ignatius shall see you home, my dear," cried Mrs. Scobel. At which the indefatigable Vicar, who had shouted himself hoarse in leading his choir, protested himself delighted to escort Miss Tempest.
The church clock struck ten as they went along the narrow forest-path between Beechdale and the Abbey House.
"Oh," cried Vixen, "I do hope mamma's people will have gone home."