“That boy!” growled Miss Trevisa, “I’ll be bound he has been at mischief.”
“Auntie, I think the rain has ceased, I will say good-by.”
Then Judith left the cottage.
“Ju,” said Jamie, when he was with his sister beyond earshot of the aunt, “such fun—I have something to tell you.”
“What is it, Jamie?”
“I won’t tell you till we get home.”
“Oh, Jamie, not till we get back to Polzeath?”
“Well, not till we get half-way home—to the white gate. Then I will tell you.”