Joan sighed. "I suppose I must," she said. "You two go on, I'll catch you up." She ran in and snatched a tam-o'-shanter from the hall table.
"Don't forget my knitting wool, dear."
"No, Mother, but we were going on to the downs."
"The downs to-day? Why, you'll be blown away!"
"Oh, no, Miss Rodney and I love wind."
"Well, as you come home, then."
"All right. Good-bye, Mother."
"Good-bye, darling."
2
Joan ran after the retreating figures. "Here I am," she said breathlessly. "Is it Cone Head or the Golf Course?"