But that's just the way with
them. It's nobody's business, and everybody puts it on to somebody else
until there's an accident. I've no patience with them!"
When the meal was over, Mavis went out to take a peep at the sea, or
rather where the sea ought to be, for there was nothing to look at but a
white wall of mist, long wreaths of which were blowing inland and
trailing like ghosts into the town. She came hurrying back very quickly
to Grimbal's Farm, and sought the kitchen.
"Mrs. Penruddock, please, may I borrow your big dinner-bell?" she asked.
"Why, yes, my dear! But whatever do you want that for?"
"I'm going to take it to St. Morval's Head and ring it!"
"Bless you! Not a bad idea either! There'd be no harm done anyhow. I'd go
with you if I'd the time. Mind your way along that slippery cliff. Pity
your sister's not here to-day!"
"I shall be all right, thanks! The fog isn't so bad on land. It's quite
easy to see where one's going."
Grasping the big brass dinner-bell, Mavis set forth, and going by a path
above the farm, got out on to the cliffs.
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