Miss Felicia Verity felt--so she, Theresa, was certain--that it was a pity Damaris did not make more friends in the village now she was out of the schoolroom.
May and Doris Horniblow were sweet girls and highly educated.

They, of course, were going.

And Captain Taylor, she understood would bring his daughter, Louisa--who was home for a few days before the opening of term at the Tillingworth High School where she was second mistress.
"It is always well to realize the attainments of young people of your own age, even if they are not in quite the same social grade as yourself.
Your going would give pleasure too.

It will be taken as a compliment to the vicar and the Church--may really, in a sense, be called patriotic since an acknowledgment of the duty we owe, individually, to the local community of which we form part.

And then," she added, naively giving herself away at the last, "of course, if you go over to the station in the brake Patch cannot make any difficulties about driving it." Here Theresa stayed the torrent of her eloquence and looked up, to find Damaris' eyes fixed upon her in incredulous wonder.
"Have you nothing to say, dear, in answer to my proposition ?" she enquired, with a suddenly anxious, edgy little laugh.
"I am afraid I have a lot to say, some of which you won't like." "How so ?" Theresa cried, still playfully.