Mrs. Heriot's sister called to them.
"Now then, you two! What are you waiting for?"
"You'd better have my coat to sit on," Feathers said. "Yes, I know it's hot, but there are heavy dews at night and the grass may be damp, and you don't want to take any risks."
He had been playing without his coat, and he handed it to her before he went on to join his partner.
Marie sat down in the shade. Her head ached and she was glad of the rest. She let Feathers' coat lie on her lap listlessly. What did it matter if she caught cold or not? Certainly nobody cared what became of her.
The others had gone on over a rise in the ground and out of sight before Chris noticed that Marie was not with them.
194 He called out to Feathers, "Where is Marie?"
"She was tired—she is going back to the clubhouse when she has rested."
Mrs. Heriot laughed as she walked on by Chris' side. "Mr. Dakers is very devoted," she said softly.
"Devoted!" Chris echoed the word blankly. "Devoted to what?" he asked.