In the cool parlor, where the long shadows of late afternoon made the corners as dim as if it were twilight, Lady Venner sat down on the broad window-seat. Merrylips stood meekly before her, and while she waited thus in the quiet, where the terrace and the dogs and the lads seemed to have drawn far away, she grew aware that her hair was tousled, and her hands were soiled and scratched. She was so ashamed that she cast down her eyes, and then she blushed to see how the toes of her shoes were stubbed. Stealthily she bent her knees and tried to cover her unmaidenly shoes with the hem of her petticoat. "Little daughter," said Lady Venner, "or haply should I say--little son?" Then, in spite of herself, Merrylips smiled, as she was always ready to do, for she liked that title. Straightway Lady Venner changed her tone. "Son I must call you," she said gravely, "for I cannot recognize a daughter of mine in this unmannered hoiden. For more than two months, Sybil, I have made my plans to send you where under other tutors than unthinking lads you may be schooled to gentler ways. What I have seen this hour confirmeth my resolve. This day week you will quit Walsover." "Quit Walsover--and Munn and Flip and Longkin?" Merrylips repeated; but thanks to the schooling of the unthinking lads, her brothers, breathed hard and did not cry. "You will go," said Lady Venner, "to your dear godmother, Lady Sybil, at her house of Larkland in the Weald of Sussex. She hath long been fain of your company, and in her household I know that you will receive such nurture as becometh a maid. Now go unto my woman and be made tidy." In silence Merrylips courtesied and stumbled from the room. Just outside, in the hall, she ran against Munn, who caught her by the sleeve. "What's amiss wi' thee?" he asked. "Did our mother chide thee roundly, little sweetheart?" "I be going hence," said Merrylips, and blinked fast. "I be going to mine old godmother--she that sent me a vild mammet--and I know I'll hate her fairly! Oh, tell me, dear Munn, where might her house of Larkland be? Is't far from Walsover?" "A long distance," said Munn; and his face was troubled for the little girl he loved. "Is't farther than Winchester?" Merrylips urged in a voice that to his ears seemed near to breaking. He was an honest lad, this Munn; and though he did not like to say it, spoke the truth. "Ay, dear heart," he said, "'tis farther even than Winchester thou wilt go, but yet--" Merrylips tossed back her flyaway hair. "Tell that unto Flip!" she cried. "He hath been but unto Winchester, and now I'll go farther than Winchester! I'll journey farther than Master Flip, though he be a lad and I but a wench!" She lifted a stanch little face to her brother, and smiled upon him, undismayed. CHAPTER III OUT IN THE WORLD