tram out to the links. The day threatened rain, and they both carried bags which contained a change of clothes. Just round the corner of the High Street was the group which had applauded Miss Mapp’s quickness, and the cowards were among the breakers. They glanced at each other, seeing that Miss Mapp was the most towering of the breakers, but it was too late to retreat, and they made the usual salutations.
“Good morning,” said Diva, with her voice trembling. “Off to catch the early train together—I mean the tram.”
“Good morning, Captain Puffin,” said Miss Mapp with extreme sweetness. “What a nice little travelling bag! Oh, and the Major’s got one too! H’m!”
A certain dismay looked from Major Flint’s eyes, Captain Puffin’s mouth fell open, and he forgot to shut it.
“Yes; change of clothes,” said the Major. “It looks a threatening morning.”
“Very threatening,” said Miss Mapp. “I hope you will do nothing rash or dangerous.”
There was a moment’s silence, and the two looked from one face to another of this fell group. They all wore fixed, inexplicable smiles.
“It will be pleasant among the sand-dunes,” said the Padre, and his wife gave a loud squeak.
“Well, we shall be missing our tram,” said the Major. “Au—au reservoir, ladies.”
Nobody responded at all, and they hurried off down the street, their bags bumping together very inconveniently.
“Something’s up, Major,” said Puffin, with true Tilling perspicacity, as soon as they had got out of hearing....
Precisely at the same moment Miss Mapp gave a little cooing laugh.
