Errington and Lady Alice did not write to each other every day.
"Auntie," cried Cis, "the basket is quite full. If you open your sunshade and hold it upside-down, I can fill that too."
"No dear; you have quite enough. We must go back now."
"Oh, not yet, please?" The little fellow came tumbling down the bank, followed by Charlie, who immediately caught his aunt's hand and repeated, "Not yet, auntie!"
"These are Mrs. Ormonde's boys, I suppose?" said Errington.
"Yes; have you never seen them before?"
"Never. And have you not had enough climbing?" he added, good-humoredly, to Charlie.
"No, not half enough!" cried Cis. "There's such a bunch of violets just under that biggest beech-tree, nearly up at the top! Do let me gather them—just those; do—do—do!"
"Very well; do not go too fast, or you will break your neck."
Both boys started off, leaving their basket at Katherine's feet.