Mrs.
Errol in certain moods was known to be invincible.
Though it was nearly the middle of March, the land was fast held in the grip of winter.

There had been a heavy fall of snow, and a continuous frost succeeding it had turned Baronmead into an Alpine paradise.
Tobogganing and skating filled the hours of each day; dancing made fly the hours of each night.

Bertie had already conducted one ice gymkhana with marked success, and he was now contemplating a masquerade on the ornamental sheet of water that stretched before the house.

Strings of fairy lights were being arranged under his directions, and Chinese lanterns bobbed in every bush.
He was deeply engrossed in these preparations, but he tore himself away to drive his mother to the Manor on the following morning.

His alacrity to do this was explained when he told her that he wanted to drop into the Rectory and persuade the rector to bring Dot that night to see the fun, to which plan Mrs.Errol accorded her ready approval, and even undertook to help with the persuading, to Bertie's immense gratification.