CHAPTER X.
A HAPPY DAY.
A volley of sand darkened and shook the pane.

Taffy, sponging himself in his tub and singing between his gasps, looked up hastily, then flung a big towel about him and ran to the window.
Honoria was standing below; and Comedy, her gray pony, with a creel and a couple of fishing rods strapped to his canvas girth.
"Wake up! I've come to take you fishing." Mr.Raymond had started off at daybreak to walk to Truro on business; so there would be no lessons that morning, and Taffy had been looking forward to a lonely whole holiday.
"I've brought two pasties," said Honoria, "and a bottle of milk.
We'll go over to George's country and catch trout.

He is to meet us at Vellingey Bridge.

We arranged it all yesterday, only I kept it for a surprise." Taffy could have leapt for joy.

"Go in and speak to mother," he said; "she's in the kitchen." Honoria hitched Comedy's bridle over the gate, walked up the barren little garden, and knocked at the door.