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"There was room for improvement. I shall never like her, not if I know
her to all eternity."
The glorious three weeks at Chagmouth were over at last, and there would
be no more picnics on the beach, or walks down primrose-decked lanes, or
rambles on the cliffs, or merry parties at The Haven or Bella Vista, or
expeditions in search of flowers or shells. The girls were almost weeping
when it came to saying good-bye to Burswood Farm, and to Mr. and Mrs.
Treasure, and William and little Connie, and Ethel the small servant
(brought up from the village to wait on the visitors), and Charlie, the
boy who helped to milk the cows and weed the fields. Mavis and Merle had
been very busy concocting one of their wonderful rhyming effusions, and
wrote it in the Visitors' Book, much to the delight of their landlady,
who appreciated such souvenirs.
Who welcomed us to Burswood Farm
Amid the heart of Devon's charm,
With skies so blue and seas so calm?
'Twas Mrs. Treasure.
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