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ideal aimed at by the careful housewife. Miss 

 Grimshaw never had possessed a house of her own, 

 but she was descended from long generations of 

 careful housewives, and she had an instinct for 

 what ought to be done. But she had also a clear 

 brain that recognised the impossible when it came 

 before her: To put Drumgool in order in twelve 

 working hours, and with a handful of disorganised 

 domestics, was impossible, and she recognised the 

 fact. 



So the carpets were to be left unbeaten; the 

 pictures still hanging. Doolan had orders to hght 

 fires in the rooms every week, and to be sure and 

 take care not to burn the house down. 



At four o'clock, in a burst of sunset which lit up 

 the heaving Atlantic, the rain-stricken land, and 

 the great hills unveiled for a moment of clouds, 

 Mr Dashwood departed for the station. Andy, 

 Buck Slane the horses had left at three. 



" I'll have the bungalow jolly and comfortable 

 for you," said Mr Dashwood. " You'll be there 

 day after to-morrow evening, if you stay in 

 London for a few hours' rest. Send me a wire 

 when you reach Euston. Well, good luck! " 



" Good luck," said Mr French. 



" Good-bye," said the girl. 



They watched the car driving down the avenue, 

 the wheel-spokes flashing in the sunlight. Then 

 they turned back into the house. 



" To-morrow," thought Miss Grimshaw, as she 

 lay in bed that night, Hstening to the rain that had 



