"Don't want to see mouldy old churches! I'd rather be out of doors!"
grumbled Merle.
"And there are actually sweet violets growing in a field on the opposite
side of the river," said Edith, who knew the neighbourhood.
"Oh, are there? Do let's get some."
"It'll be too late by the time we've been all round the monuments and
read the inscriptions and the rest of it!"
"How long will Miss Mitchell stay in the church?"
"A good twenty minutes, I daresay. You can't get her away when she starts
talking about architecture. Dad took her round our church one day, and I
thought she'd never go. Tea was getting cold, but she went on asking
questions about windows and pillars and things!"
"Then why shouldn't we slip out and run and get the violets while she's
inside the church with the others?"
It was a naughty thing for a monitress to propose, but even Sybil, who
happened to overhear, did not wax moral for the occasion.
"I'll come with you!" she said eagerly. "I'm not at all fond of going
round churches, and looking at monuments.
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