“Of course I do.  And it’s all on the cards that Mrs. Dale and Rachel and Bill may follow you before your holiday is over.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” said Mavis.

“No,” cried Norah, “when I’m gone you’ll turn against me, and forget me.  I shall never see you again, and I shall die.  I can’t bear it.”  And she began to sob wildly.

Then Dale, standing big and firm, although each sob tore at his entrails, pacified and reassured the girl.  He said that she must not be “fullish,” she must be “good and sensible,” she must fall in with the views of those “older and wiser” than herself; finally, after his arguments and admonitions, he laid his hand on her bowed head as if silently giving a patriarchal blessing; and Mavis watched and admired, and loved him for his noble generosity in taking so much trouble about the poor little waif that had no real claim on him.

“There,” she said, “dry your eyes, Norah.  Mr. Dale has told you he wishes it, and that ought to be enough for you.”

And then Norah said she would do what Mr. Dale wished, even if she died in doing it.

“Oh, stuff, stuff,” said Mavis, laughing cheerily.  “I never heard such talk.  Now come along with me, and get the breakfast things;” and she took Norah down the steps into the kitchen.

Norah came back to lay the cloth presently, and would have rushed into Dale’s arms, if he had not motioned to her to keep away, and laid a finger on his lips warningly.  But he could not prevent her from whispering to him across the table.

“Will you come and see me, wherever it is?”

“Perhaps.”

“Come and see me without her.  Come all for me, by yourself.”

Dale did more work in that one morning than he had done for months.  The wet season had naturally postponed the hay-making, but negligence was postponing it still further; now at last he gave all necessary orders.  But it was only his own grass that he had to deal with.  Letting everything drift, he had not made any of the usual arrangements with his neighbors; this year he would not have to ride grandly round and watch dozens of men and women laboring for him; and there would be no farmers’ banquet or speeches or cigar-smoking.

When he came in to dinner he found Mavis all hot and red, but pleased with herself after her bustling activities.  The whole business was settled.  Norah was to go as a paying guest to that place at Bournemouth, and Mavis would drive her over to Rodchurch Road and put her into the four-fifteen train.  At the station they would meet a girl called Nellie Evans, whom by a happy chance Mrs. Norton was despatching to-day; and so the two girls could travel together, and prevent each other from being a fool when they changed trains at the junction; and altogether nothing could have turned out better or nicer.