She fingered that
saxe-blue ribbon rather lovingly! It exactly matches her sports coat!
I'll make her a calendar for Christmas and put the same kind of ribbon to
hang it up by. But I don't mean to tell a single soul, in case Muriel
goes and does the same! Miss Mitchell is my property, not hers!"
CHAPTER VI
Fishermaidens
Several Saturdays turned out wet, and it was not until the middle of
October that Mavis and Merle were again able to motor with Dr. Tremayne
to Chagmouth.
They had made arrangements for a nature ramble, so, after an early lunch
at Grimbal's Farm, they went to the trysting-place by the harbour to meet
the other members of the club. Beata and Romola turned up alone to-day,
unencumbered by younger brothers and sisters or the donkey. They had
brought businesslike baskets with them, and were armed with note-books to
record specimens, some apples and nuts, and a couple of log-lines.
"We might be able to get some fishing!" they explained eagerly. "Father
went out yesterday in old Mr.
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