CHAPTER VI

A RACE WITH THE TIDE


After luncheon, time passed too quickly. Before it seemed
possible, Mrs. Thayne declared the hour had come for Roger to keep
his appointment with the dentist in St. Helier's.

"Let him go alone, Mother," said Win. "He's no kid. We want you to
stay with us."

"Of course he could go alone," agreed Mrs. Thayne, "but I ought to
consult the dentist myself and do an errand or two. There's no
reason why you and the girls should cut short your stay. This is a
lovely place to spend the afternoon and the day too perfect to
hurry home. Just be back for dinner."

"Let Roger return the donkey," suggested Win. "I sha'n't need him
going down hill and very likely we shall strike across beyond the
village."

Mrs. Thayne departed, Roger clattering ahead on the donkey, and
the three were left in the meadow by the castle entrance, a meadow
starred with most fascinating pink-tipped English daisies.

"Just see the dears and then think that it's really winter,"