Noreen stared. "But--but--are you going away?" Mademoiselle smiled again. "Yes, after this term I return no more. So think no further of me, but watch for your friend." She detached a little field-glass case that was slung across her narrow shoulders. "Take these if you will, and you will see her from afar." "But won't you want them, Mademoiselle?" asked Gabrielle. "Not yet, my child; I shall sketch first. Presently, if I can drag my old bones so far, I climb one of the twin towers that I may see the great view, which is to live in my heart also. You will bring them back before I need them. Adieu." Gabrielle took the glasses gratefully. "Jolly decent of her," she whispered to Noreen, as the procession of girls began to wind their way out of the inn-yard, and down through the village towards Fishmarket Field, where the great match was to be played. The wind was now terrifically high, a regular gale blowing straight from the sea. "Lucky they didn't bring Tiddles; the poor mite would have been scared out of her senses by all those great waves so close," Noreen said. "I wonder when high tide is, Gabby. It must be pretty near that now I should think." Gabrielle looked out towards the sea. "I should think it must be. Someone told me high tide never comes beyond that bit of broken harbour wall, and it's up to it now." "If it ever _does_ come over, I should think Fishmarket Square is an enormous puddle," laughed Noreen. "I don't see any sign of the Lincs Ladies in the field. Do you? Suppose we're early." Gabrielle looked at her watch. Noreen's spent most of its time at the nearest jeweller's being repaired! "Yes, nearly a quarter before time; we might have chased Joey to Blue Dorm after all. Let's go along to meet her." "One of the church towers would be a good place for sighting her," suggested Noreen; "but then we shouldn't be able to lay hold. So the road be it. Hope her cousin won't want to hang on to her by the way; we don't yearn to have the whole show tacked on to us." "I don't suppose she'll come," Gabrielle said; "Lady Greta, I mean. She'll just send Joey in the car. She'll know we shall bring her back all right." "I see. We just grab Joey, and say, 'Home, James,' haughtily to the chauffeur. Come on." They slipped away unnoticed from the throng of girls at the entrance to Fishmarket Field, and made the best of their pace to the road, setting out along it at a steady double. The reservoir was nearly three-quarters of a mile away, but Noreen had come in first in the Hundred Yards Race for over-fourteens-under-sixteens at the College Sports in the summer, and Gabrielle was a quick though not a lasting runner. The reservoir was reached in an easy six minutes; and they began to scramble up its high bank. The wind caught at their clothes; it seemed trying to whirl them bodily away. Noreen stopped for breath; Gabrielle caught her arm. Then, "Try-the-other-side-against-the-wind," she shouted; "wind-might-blow-us-into-water-here."