At that moment Miss Chance came up to the sea-wall from the garden, and called her. When she looked round Miss Chance asked questions. It was a way she had, and quite exasperating at times, because she seemed to have a perfect genius for asking questions to which answers were obvious. "Isn’t the sand rather damp, Pam dear?" she inquired in an even voice. "I think you ought to be careful about chills now we have so much influenza about. Are you reading? Wouldn’t it be better to come up to the garden?" Pamela answered neither of these questions, but she got up, stretched, and shook her skirt. "The others are not back yet, are they?" went on Miss Chance, shading her eyes with a knuckly hand and gazing towards the shining horizon. "Why didn’t you go with them, dear?" Pamela said she wanted to read; then she came across the rock-strewn sand towards the rugged steps that led up to a gap in the wall, and as she came certain sentences in "The Knight’s Code" repeated themselves:-- "Defend the poor, help them that cannot defend themselves." "Do nothing to hurt or offend anyone." "Perform humble offices with cheerfulness and----" There are certainly moments when fulfilment is not easy---- "When do you suppose they will be back?" asked Miss Chance. Pamela explained that there was a strong tide, and a light wind, but they’d said they would be back by tea-time--meaning six o’clock and solid high tea, not the afternoon variety. "How tiresome!" exclaimed the governess, "I do wish they would hurry." "You can’t hurry sailing-boats," suggested Pamela patiently, as she went up the steps. "I should have thought you could put up more sails, dear," said Miss Chance, who had spent none of her valuable time in mastering the intricacies of yachts and their habits, "it really is most annoying!" "They don’t know anybody wants them back before ten. I believe they’ve gone up to Peterock; the tide served--Penberthy said so--besides Salterne is too far; they didn’t start till after lunch, you see, there was a lot to do at Crown Hill, Mollie couldn’t come before." "Your mother wants a message taken to the station about the stores she expects to-morrow," said Miss Chance, as they walked along the terrace, "they may come to-night by the 9.20 from Salterne. She wants them sent out specially at once, because there is too much, she thinks, for Timothy Batt; besides, his cart won’t go to the station again till Saturday." "Did she want Addie to go?" asked Pamela, waking to the situation. Then she continued quickly: "He won’t want to go after tea, Miss Chance, he’s arranged with Penberthy to do some painting on the yawl." "He must put that off," said Miss Chance firmly. "I’ll go to the station--now, before tea," was Pamela’s answer, "I cleaned my bicycle this morning. It looks smart enough to go out calling even on the station-master at Five Trees."