Order the dogcart in half an hour." The abrupt departure of Captain Oliphant's guest might have excited more remark than it did, had not another departure from Maxfield that same day thrown it somewhat into the shade.
True to her promise, or rather threat, Miss Rosalind had packed up her things and had them transported to the Vicarage.
It was not without a pang that she uprooted herself from her surroundings in Maxfield, or bore the protests of Roger, the tears of Jill, and the chaff of Tom for her desertion.
"It's not that you're not all awfully kind," said she to the first that afternoon, when the party was assembled in his room.

"You are too kind--that's why I'm going." "If a little of the opposite treatment would induce you to stay," said Roger, "I'd gladly try it.

Don't you think it's a little unkind of her to go when we all want her to stay--eh, Armstrong ?" "That depends," said Mr Armstrong diplomatically.

"I should be inclined to say no, myself." "Thank you, Mr Armstrong, I'm glad I've got one person to back me up.
Every one else is down on me--auntie, father, Roger, Jill, Tom--" "I'm not down on you," put in Tom.

"I think it's rather larks your going to the Vicarage.