MRS.

FIELDING When the great high-powered car from Shale Court stopped at the gate of the blacksmith's cottage on the following morning Mrs.Rickett, who was feeding her young chicks in the yard outside the forge, was thrown into a state of wild agitation.

Everyone in Little Shale stood in awe of the squire's wife.
She went nervously to enquire what was wanted, and met the chauffeur at the gate.
"It's all right, Mrs.Rickett.

Don't fluster yourself!" he said.

"It's Miss Moore we're after.