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Frank looked perplexed.

"But that's English," he said.

"Well, come along now," said his mother, feeling herself out of depth, "or we'll be later for lunch than ever. And it's fried fish with lots of fried parsley."

Robin went back to the Rectory while Jane and her son walked home. And when we say walked, Master Gresham's mode of progression was rather in the nature of a hop, skip and a jump, hanging on his mother's arm the while, highly fatiguing to the hung-upon.

Lunch which was also new potatoes and early peas from the garden and a summer pudding having been despatched, Frank went back to afternoon school, and Jane, having no particular job that afternoon, thought she might as well pursue her inquiries about a house for Mr. Adams, so that she might have something to tell her father when he came back that evening. So she rang up Mrs. Merivale and asked if she might come and see her, being authorized thereto by Mr. Pattern, and a pleasant voice said yes, adding that the house was three houses down Riverside Close from where it branched off from Rising Crescent and the name was on the gate, Valimere, and anyone would tell her.