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Brazil, Angela, 1868-1947

"Monitress Merle"

Oh, here's your
groom! Yes, just give her a wipe down, please" (as Tom led Armorelle away
to the stable), "she's too fat and gets easily hot! Ugh! It's rather a
horrid day. The Mater wanted to send me in the car, but I said I'd rather
ride."
"Won't you come into the house?" asked Mavis.
"Or into our den?" invited Merle. "We've made the harness room into a
snuggery."
"By Jove! Not a bad idea, that! Yes, take me there. I'm too splashed to
be fit for the drawing-room. I say, this is no end! What a decent fire
you've got!"
"You know Bevis? And this is our Cousin Clive," said Mavis, performing
the introductions.
Tudor nodded, flung himself into a basket chair and looked round the room
with some amusement.
"It's like you two!" he vouchsafed. "_I_ should never have thought
of taking over the harness room! 'Pon my word, it's cosy! You won't want
to turn out when I tell you what I've come for!"
"Turn out where?"
"Well, it's a long story. You see there are some new
people come to live in Chagmouth--an artist with a family about a yard
long.


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