ave another go at me to-morrow?"

"Sure to," said Priscilla, "unless you give in that your ankle is quite
well."

"But I can't walk."

"That won't matter in the least. She'll say you can. Aunt Juliet
is tremendously determined. Poor Rose--I told you she is the under
housemaid, didn't I? She is any way. Poor Rose once got a swelled face
on account of a tooth that she wouldn't have out. Aunt Juliet kept at
her, reading little bits out of books and kind of praying, in passages
and pantries and places, wherever she met Rose. That went on for more
than a week. Then Rose got Dr. O'Hara to haul the tooth and the swelling
went down. Aunt Juliet said it was Christian Science cured her. And of
course it may have been. You never can tell really what it is that cures
people."

"I wonder," said Frank, "if I could manage to get down to the boat
to-morrow. You said something about a boat, didn't you, Priscilla? Is it
far?"

"I'll work that all right for you. As it just happens, luckily enough
there's an old bath-chair in a corner of the hay-loft. I came across
it last hols when I was looking for a bicycle pump I lost. I was rather
disappointed at the time, not thinking that the old chair would be any
use, whereas I wanted the pump. Now it turns out to be exactly what we
want, which shows that well directed labour is never really wasted. The
front-wheel is a bit groggy, but I daresay it'll hold all right as far
as the quay. I'll go round after dinner to-night and fish it out I can
wheel you quite easily, for it's all down hill."

Frank had not intended when he left England to go about the country in a
bath-chair with a groggy front-wheel. For a moment he hesitated. A wild
fear struck him of what the Uppingham captain--that dangerous bat whose
innings his brilliant catch had cut short--might say and think if he
saw the vehicle. But the Uppingham captain was not likely to be in
Rosnacree. Christian Science was a more threatening danger. He pictured
to himself the stare of amazement on the countenance of Mr. Dupre and
the sniggering face of young Latimer who collected beetles and hated
washing. But Mr. Dupre, Latimer and the members of the house eleven,
were, no doubt, far off.

Miss Lentaigne was very near at hand. He accepted Priscilla's offer.

"Right," she said. "I'll settle the chair, if I have to tie it together
with my hair ribbon. It's nice to think of that old chair coming in
useful in the end. It must have been in the