pleasure each in her own way. Sally threw off restraint, and sprang
about in free happiness, like one of the young roes, the sight of
which made her utter cries like a delighted child. She remembered
scenes of home, and chattered in her dialect of people and places
strange enough to both her companions. She was in constant
expectation of catching a glimpse of the sea; in spite of all
warnings it was a great surprise and disappointment to her that
Richmond Hill did not end in cliffs and breakers. Ida talked less,
but every now and then laughed in her deep enjoyment. She had no
reminiscence of country life it was enough that all about her was
new and fresh and pure; nothing to remind her of Regent Street and
the Strand. Waymark talked of he knew not what, cheerful things that
came by chance to his tongue, trifling stories, descriptions of
places, ideal plans for spending of ideal holidays; but nothing of
London, nothing of what at other times his thoughts most ran upon.
He came back to himself now and then, and smiled as he looked at the
girls, but this happened seldom.

The appetites of all three were beyond denying when they had passed
the "Star and Garter" and began to walk down into the town. Waymark
wondered whither their guide would lead them, but asked no
questions. To his surprise, Ida stopped at a small inn half way down
the hill.

"You are to go straight in," she said, with a smile, to Waymark,
"and are to tell the first person you meet that three people want
dinner. There's no choice--roast beef and vegetables, and some
pudding or other afterwards. Then you are to walk straight upstairs,
as if you knew your way, and we will follow."