It pleased her far
better to find fault with Inez.
"When YOU get rested," she said, "we might climb up onto your barn and
crawl into the cupola."
"Ye'll not be doin' that, young lady," said the gardener, who, as he was
passing, had heard what she had said. "It's not safe, an' I know Mr.
Varney'd not allow it."
"Horrid old thing!" said Gwen. "Who do you mean?" Inez asked, sharply.
"The gardener, of course," snapped Gwen.
"I guess I'll go home," she said, a moment later, and although Inez
coaxed her, she would not remain nor would she say why she had decided
to go.
Whenever she wearied of a place she left it, refusing to remain or
explain why she would not stay. Inez looked after the little flying
figure.
"I hate to have her go, but I couldn't run every minute," she said.
One sunny afternoon, Lena and Rob, Leslie and Harry were sitting on the
lawn, listening to Polly's story of floating in a little boat out to the
open sea. Of how she and Rose did not dream how naughty the boy, Donald,
had been until they were so far out that they could hardly see the
beach.
The boys thought it very exciting, and this was not the first time that
they had heard it. Indeed, they had often asked her to tell it, and each
time they had found it as interesting as when they first had listened to
it.
"Now tell us about the first moment that you saw the Dolphin," said Rob.
Gwen Harcourt, seeing the group on the lawn, wondered what they were
talking about.
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