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 "It's too early," Alan continued. "You ought to be in bed. What would the aunts say? And really, you'll freeze."

"Fiddle-dee-dee," said Jane impolitely. "Come on."

"All right, then," Mark said, "but don't make a fuss if you do get cold."

"I never make a fuss," Jane said. This was quite true, and Mark knew it.

"I really like to have you along," he said gallantly, "but I didn't want you to be uncomfortable."

Jane strode along in terrific steps, her hat over her eyes and her hands in the pockets of the reefer. It did not take much walking to leave Resthaven behind, and very soon the gray cobbled streets gave way to beaten footpaths over rolling fields all dun-colored with matted, frost-hard grass, where dead burrs plucked at the passers-by and shivering arms of silver bay-bushes crackled against them. But up from the water, where the light was beginning to spread slate-color into blue, ran a biting, bracing salt wind, and the Ingrams ran, too, laughing and swinging their arms as they raced each