"I am very sorry if I have given you annoyance."
"Oh, it's no annoyance to me. The place is not mine yet."
"But when do you come here, Aunt Dunes?"
"When?" Miss Trevisa looked at her niece with a peculiar expression in her hard face that Judith noticed, but could not interpret. "That," said Miss Trevisa, "I do not know yet."
"I suppose you will do up that dear little garden," said Judith.
Miss Trevisa did not vouchsafe an answer; she grunted, and resumed her measuring.
"Has this cottage been vacant for long", auntie?"
"Yes."
"But, auntie, some one comes here. It is not quite deserted."
Miss Trevisa said to herself, "Four times two and one breadth torn in half to allow for folds will do it. Four times two is eight, and one breadth more is ten."
Just then Jamie appeared, shyly peeping through the door. He had heard his aunt's voice, and was afraid to show himself. Her eye, however, observed him, and in a peremptory tone she ordered him to come forward.
But Jamie would not obey her willingly, and he deemed it best for him to make a dash through the kitchen to the open front door.
"That boy!" growled Miss Trevisa, "I'll be bound he has been at mischief."
"Auntie, I think the rain has ceased, I will say good-by."
Then Judith left the cottage.
"Ju," said Jamie, when he was with his sister beyond earshot of the aunt, "such fun—I have something to tell you."
"What is it, Jamie?"
"I won't tell you till we get home."
"Oh, Jamie, not till we get back to Polzeath?"
"Well, not till we get half-way home—to the white gate. Then I will tell you."
