CHAPTER XV“You should not have come,” said Miss Silver on a note of severity.
Thomasina’s colour brightened.
“I just felt I had to.”
Ahead of them, Jennifer ran up the sloping path with the other two after her. She was fleet of foot and the boys could not catch her. She had time to stop and wave to them, or hurl insulting names such as Slowworm, Tortoise, Dilly-dally. The afternoon was grey, but in the west the clouds had broken to show a stretch of pale faint blue.
Miss Silver shook her head disapprovingly.
“It is most unwise to give way to impulse. Have you considered that Miss Ball may have spoken of you to the Craddocks?”
“Anna never spoke about people.”
“Or that they may have seen the advertisement you put in the Times—‘Anna, where are you? Do write. Thomasina.’ Anyone who had
