Who welcomed us to Burswood Farm Amid the heart of Devon's charm, With skies so blue and seas so calm? 'Twas Mrs. Treasure. Who was it chopped our logs of wood To make our fires so bright and good, And brought from Durracombe our food? 'Twas Mr. Treasure. Who brought our luggage to the door And then went back to fetch some more, And showed us cows and pigs galore? 'Twas Charlie. Who made our boots and shoes to shine, And brought us plates wherewith to dine, And boiled our breakfast eggs by nine? 'Twas Ethel. Who was it gave us ferns so green From hedges that we'd often seen, And called the holiday a dream? 'Twas William. Who was it down the passage ran And shouted, 'Kiss me if you can!' And hid her face when we began? 'Twas Connie. Who was it left with many a sigh, As to the farm we said good-bye, And wanted sheets wherein to cry? We all! The very best of things, however, must come some time to an end; schools were reopening, college terms recommencing, Mr. Tremayne's duties claimed him in London, and, most prosaic of all, another batch of visitors was expected at Burswood, so that they could no longer have the rooms. After tremendous leave-takings the jolly party separated, Dr. Ramsay fetching Mavis and Merle in the car, while Mr. and Mrs. Tremayne took Clive home with them, for he was to try another term at his preparatory school. It seemed quite quiet at Bridge House without their lively young cousin, though in some ways his absence was rather a relief. After his many escapades at Chagmouth the girls felt that discipline under a headmaster would be very wholesome for him. They themselves were busy with the work of the coming term, and not sorry to be free from his continual interruption of their preparation time. There were other things besides lessons. They meant to take up tennis very seriously, and practise both on the school courts and at home. Miss Mitchell was a tennis enthusiast and also Miss Barnes. "If we can only persuade Miss Hopkins and Mademoiselle to do their duty we could have a match 'Mistresses versus Girls,'" sighed Merle. "It would be something new at 'The Moorings,' and such an excitement for every one." "I wish they would!" "If I were a boarder I'd simply _make_ them! What they want is somebody to keep them up to it. Day-girls are really very much hampered. They haven't half a chance when they go home from school at four o'clock. I really sometimes think I'd like to be a boarder, just for the fun of it."