leg a bit--I
don't think it's really bad I daresay at the end of a week----"

"If Aunt Juliet cures you at all she'll do it quicker than that. She had
Father out of bed the day after he got influenza last Easter hols. He
very nearly died afterwards on account of having to travel up to Dublin
to go to a nursing home when his temperature was 400 and something, but
Aunt Juliet said he was perfectly well all the time; so she may be able
to fix up that ankle of yours."

They have, so it is understood, tried experiments in vegetarianism
at Haileybury; but Christian Science is not yet part of the regular
curriculum even on the modern side. Frank Mannix had only the vaguest
idea of what Miss Lentaigne's beliefs were. He knew nothing at all about
her methods. Priscilla's account of them was not very encouraging.

"All I want," he said, "is simply to rest my ankle."

"Do you think," said Priscilla, "that you could sit in a boat? That's
mine, the green one beside the slip. If you turn your head you'll see
her. But perhaps it hurts you to turn your head. If it does you'd better
not try. The boat will be there all the same even if you don't see her."

They were passing the quay while she spoke, and Priscilla, who was
a little behind at the moment, pointed to the _Blue Wanderer_. Frank
discovered one of the disadvantages of an Irish car. The view of the
passengers, even if each one is alone on his side, is confined almost
entirely to objects on one side of the road. Only by twisting his neck
in a most uncomfortable way can any one see what lies directly behind
him. Frank made the effort and was unimpressed by the appearance of the
_Blue Wanderer_. She was exceedingly unlike the shining outriggers in
which he had sometimes rowed on the upper reaches of the Thames during
earlier summer holidays.

"I expect," said Priscilla, "that the salt water will be jolly good for
your ankle, in reality, though Aunt Juliet will say it wont She's bound
to say that, of course, on account of her principles. All the same
it may. Peter Walsh was telling me the other day that it's perfectly
splendid for rheumatism. I shouldn't wonder a bit if sprained ankles and
rheumatism are much the same sort of thing, only with different names.
But of course we can't go this afternoon. Aunt Juliet will demand to
have first shy at you. If she fails we may manage to sneak off to-morrow
morning. But perhaps you don't care for boats, Cousin Frank."

"I like boats