CHAPTER FOUR“Wherever have you been, miss?” demanded Phyllis, as Aurora entered her room and rushed over to warm her hands at the blazing fire that was cheerfully filling the air with warmth.
“Just look at you, miss, with all that mud over your skirts. Whatever have you been doin’?” continued Phyllis, tugging at Aurora’s habit with an exasperated expression on her pretty Cornish face.
“Don’t worry, Phyllis, the mud will brush off when it’s dry.”
But Phyllis was still looking troubled, so she added,
“I have only been to see the Westcott’s over at the farm.”
“Why didn’t you wait for me, Miss Aurora, and we could have gone together?”
“Oh, Phyllis, I am sorry. I know you love to take a ride with me. I just wanted to be alone this morning, I had so much to think about.”
“That’s what bo
