Let's do it this very afternoon!"
returned Merle, somewhat pacified.
On the whole the weather had proved exceedingly wet, so with the
exceptions of a few runs in the car with the hood up, they had not
ventured very far away, and had mostly taken walks in the neighbourhood.
Bevis naturally wished to explore the Durracombe district, and they had
not been to Chagmouth since his arrival, and knew nothing of what was
going on there. One drizzling morning, however, when they were all
sitting in the harness room, they heard a clatter of hoofs and then a
shout in the stable yard, and looking out of the window saw Tudor
Williams on his little horse, Armorelle. The girls ran out at once.
"I say! How d'you do?" said Tudor. "Isn't your man about anywhere to take
this horse?"
"Tom's in the greenhouse, I'll fetch him!" and Merle darted across the
dripping yard.
"Have you come to see Uncle?" asked Mavis, stroking Armorelle's satin
nose.
"No, I've a message from the Mater for you and Merle.
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