In its
beak Bevis had placed a note.
"I didn't shoot it," he explained. "I know you hate to think of any one
killing them. I found it dead on the shore, so thought you might just as
well have it stuffed."
"I'm so glad it wasn't shot on purpose, poor dear thing!" said tender-
hearted Mavis. "Aren't its feathers soft and lovely? I shall hang it to
the beam in our bedroom, and it will always seem like a little bit of
Chagmouth when we wake in the mornings. It looks just exactly as if it
were alive. How clever of Bevis to stuff it so well."
At 'The Moorings' the matter of most vital interest was the arrival of a
large wooden hut, which Miss Pollard had bought from the Government, and
which was erected in a corner of the garden close to the house. Now that
numbers had increased so much in the school extra accommodation was
urgently needed, and the new building would serve for a gymnasium, and as
a room for lectures and meetings. The great matter for speculation was
whether it would be finished in time for term-end festivities.
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