The moment she was round the corner of the road, and the high hedge screened her from view, the three deserters were through the gate and running across the field. They scaled a wall without much difficulty, and found themselves on a wide gorse-grown pasture. Though they could not now see the chimneys of The Woodlands in the distance, there were other landmarks quite sufficient to guide them. They plodded on cheerfully.
"It would be prime to have our snowdrops all packed up before the others got back," ventured Hattie. "They"d be so surprised. They"d wonder how we"d stolen a march on them."
"If Teddie asks where we were, we can truly say "at the front"," Winnie giggled.
"You"d better not pick up any nature specimens, though, or she"ll want to know "the exact locality" where you found them."
"Um--yes! That might be awkward. This toadstool shall stay on its native heath, in case it tells tales."
It was rather a fascinating walk, all amongst the gorse-bushes. None of the three had been there before, and instinctively the younger ones left Rona to lead the way. Her b.u.mp of locality had been well developed in New Zealand, so she strode on with confidence. But the ground shelved down suddenly, revealing a natural feature upon which they had not counted, a fairly wide brook, running between sandy banks. Here indeed was an obstacle. Winnie and Hattie stared at it with blank faces and groaned.
"We"d forgotten the wretched Llanelwyn stream. What atrocious luck!
Don"t believe there"s the ghost of a bridge anywhere. Shall we have to go back?"
"I"m not going back," declared Rona st.u.r.dily. "There must be some way of getting over it some where. Come along and we"ll prospect."
"Oh, for the wings of a dove!" sighed Hattie. "Even those of the raggedest sparrow would be welcome."
"Better wish yourself a fish, for you may have to try swimming," grunted Winnie.
"I can"t swim--not a stroke! You"ll suggest I shall jump it next, I suppose. Look here, we shall have to go back. There"s nothing else for it. Rona! Corona Mitch.e.l.l! Corona Margarita! Cuckoo! Where"ve you gone to?"
"Coo--ee!" came in reply from the distance, and presently Rona appeared beckoning vigorously.
"We"re--going--back," shouted Hattie.
"No, no! Come along here."
Anxious to see if she had found any solution of the problem, the others pelted down a slope and joined her.
"Here"s our bridge," said Rona proudly, as soon as they rounded the corner.
"That thing!" exclaimed Winnie, looking aghast at the decidedly slim pole, that was fixed across the stream as a cattle bar.
"I"m not a tight-rope dancer, thank you!" sneered Hattie rather indignantly.
"It"ll be quite easy," Rona urged.
"Oh, I dare say! You won"t find me trying to walk across it, I can tell you."
"I didn"t ask you to walk. I"m going to sit on it cross-legged, like a tailor, and shuffle myself over. It"s broad enough for that. I"ll go first."
"Oh, I daren"t! I"d drop in!" wailed the younger ones in chorus.
"Now don"t funk. What two sillies you are! It won"t be as hard as you think. Just watch me do it."
Fortunately the pole had two great advantages: it was firmly fixed in the bank on either side, so that it did not sway about, and, being the trunk of a fir-tree with the bark still left on, its surface offered some grip. Rona"s progress was slow but steady. She worked herself over by a few inches at a time. When she reached the water"s edge on the far side she dropped on to a patch of silver sand and hurrahed.
"Buck up, and come along," she yelled l.u.s.tily.
This was scouting with a vengeance, and more than the others had bargained for; but the stronger will prevailed, and though they shook in their shoes they were persuaded to make the experiment.
"I"m all dithering," panted Hattie, as Winnie pushed her forward to try first.
It was not as bad as she had expected. She was able to cling tightly with hands and knees, and though she had one awful moment in the middle, when she thought she was overbalancing, she reached Rona"s outstretched hand in due course.
"You squealed like a pig," said the Cuckoo.
"I thought I was done for. Wouldn"t you like to feel how my heart"s beating?"
"No, I shouldn"t. Don"t be affected. Come along, Win. We can"t wait all day. I"ll fish you out if you tumble in, I promise you. It isn"t deep enough to drown you."
With many protestations, Winnie, really very much scared, followed the others" lead, and got along quite successfully till within a foot of the brink; then the sudden mooing of a cow on the bank startled her, and so upset her equilibrium that she splashed into the water, wetting one leg thoroughly.
"Ugh! My shoes were squelchy enough before," she lamented. "You can"t think how horrid it is."
"Never mind, you"ve got across."
"But you might sympathize."
"Haven"t time. We shall have to hurry up if we mean to be back before the others."
"Did you think the cow was Teddie calling you?" laughed Hattie, who, having got her own trial over, could afford to jest at other people"s misfortunes.
"You"d have jumped yourself. Oh dear, I spilt most of my snowdrops, though I did tie the basket round my neck!"
"Never mind; you can"t fish them out of the stream now. I"ll give you some of mine. Here, take these," said Rona. "I"ve n.o.body to send them to," she added, half to herself, as she climbed the bank.
"Oh, thanks awfully! I always send Mother a big bunch. She looks forward to them. I"ve brought a cardboard box from home on purpose to pack them in, because the cook runs quite out of starch-boxes. Some of the girls last year had to wrap theirs just in brown paper. If you don"t want yours, can you spare me a few more?"
"I"ll keep just these to put in my bedroom, and you may have the rest if you like," replied Rona, stalking ahead.
Every now and then the sense of her loneliness smote her. She would probably be the only girl in the school who was not sending flowers away to-night. How different it would be if she had anybody in England who took an interest in her and cared to receive her snowdrops!
"It"s no use crying for the moon," she decided, blinking hard lest she should betray symptoms of weakness before her juniors. "When a thing can"t be helped it can"t, and there"s an end of it."
"Cuckoo! Corona Margarita! Do wait for us! You walk like the wind."
"Or as if a bull were chasing you," panted Hattie, overtaking her and claiming a supporting arm. "Do you see where we"ve got ourselves to? The only way out of this is to go straight through the Glynmaen Wood."
"Well, and why shouldn"t we go through the Glynmaen Wood? Is it any different to any other wood?"
"No, only they"re horribly particular about trespa.s.sing. They stick up all kinds of notices warning people off."
"What rubbish! Why, in New Zealand we go where we like."
"Oh, I dare say, in New Zealand!"