Varick looked annoyed when he heard that the decorations in the church were not yet finished.

"Can't we bribe some of the servants to go down and do them ?" he asked.

"It seems a shame that you and Donnington should have to go off there again in the cold and darkness." But in her own way Bubbles had almost as strong a will as had her host.
She always knew what she wanted to do, and generally managed to do it.
"I would much rather finish the work myself, and I think Bill would rather come too," she said coolly.
So once more the little donkey-cart was loaded up with holly and trails of ivy, and the two set off amid the good-natured comments and chaff of the rest of the party.

James Tapster alone looked sulky and annoyed.

He wondered how a bright, amusing girl like Bubbles Dunster could stand the company of such a commonplace young man as was Bill Donnington.
As they reached the short stretch of open road which separated Wyndfell Hall from the church, Bubbles felt suddenly how cold it was.
"I think we shall have snow to-morrow," said Donnington, looking round at his companion.