"No, no, I'll remember," he answered confidently. Then bidding good-bye in a friendly fashion, he ran homewards across the meadow.
Indeed he was not likely to forget his tryst, for the first battle had been so agreeable that he quite looked forward to the next conflict.
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[CHAPTER V]
THE HOUSE OF YORK
MRS. WILFRID ROSE'S face was puckered into a frown. She was an extremely handsome woman, and were it not for the look of pride and discontent in her eyes, she would have made a fair picture to look upon.
It was the breakfast-hour at York House, and the family had seated themselves at the table.
Gwennie had been giving a detailed description of her encounter with Ronald, to the amusement of her brothers and the intense vexation of her mother.
"To think that after travelling these thousands of miles, we should actually have settled down next door to these objectionable Roses," she said irritably. "Well, I suppose we must keep up a semblance of friendship for the look of the thing," she continued, "but I do beg of you children not to get too intimate."
"Don't you be afraid, mother," said the second son (Montague by name, usually called Monty); "we'll soon lick 'em into shape—Wars of the Roses indeed!"