CHAPTER VIA DISTURBING VISITOR
Worrals was the first to awake the following morning. She looked at her watch, but as she had forgotten to wind it it had stopped. Feeling that it was late, she roused Frecks, and then began to dress, pausing only once to look down through the open window at the lovely rolling countryside, with the famous river, which in the past had seen so much blood and suffering, meandering through it, unruffled by men and their foolish bickerings. It was a fine morning, with a mellow autumn sun tinting in warm tones of brown and buff the leaves of the trees, and painting ruby red and gold the apples that hung on lichen-covered branches in an untended orchard.
“If things move as fast today as they did yesterday, we look like having a busy time,” murmured Frecks moodily
