Produced by Al Haines The Privet Hedge By J. E. BUCKROSE [Transcriber's note: J. E. Buckrose is the pseudonym for Annie Edith Jameson.] By the Same Author THE HOUSE WITH THE GOLDEN WINDOWS YOUNG HEARTS THE GIRL IN FANCY DRESS MARRIAGE WHILE YOU WAIT THE GOSSIP SHOP THE SILENT LEGION THE TALE OF MR. TUBBS THE MATCHMAKERS THE ROUND-ABOUT DOWN OUR STREET A LITTLE GREEN WORLD BECAUSE OF JANE LOVE IN A LITTLE TOWN THE GREY SHEPHERD Hodder and Stoughton Limited London 1921 Contents CHAP. I THE COTTAGE II CAROLINE III THE PROMENADE IV THE THREE MEN V THE DANCE ON THE PROMENADE VI MORNING CALLS VII SEA-ROKE VIII THE HEIGHT OF THE SEASON IX WEDDING CLOTHES X SUNDAY NIGHT XI THE GALA XII THE END OF THE GALA XIII NEXT MORNING XIV THE CLIFF TOP XV THE CINEMA XVI NEW-COMERS XVII THE BENEFIT CONCERT XVIII UPROOTING XIX A WINDY MORNING XX LEVELLING XXI ST. MARTIN'S SUMMER XXII MORNING XXIII ON THE SHORE _Chapter I_ _The Cottage_ At the far end of Thorhaven towards the north was a little square house surrounded by a privet hedge. It had a green door under a sort of wooden canopy with two flat windows on either side, and seemed to stand there defying the rows and rows of terraces, avenues and meanish semi-detached villas which were creeping up to it. Behind lay the flat fields under a wide sky just as they had lain for centuries, with the gulls screaming across them inland from the mud cliffs, and so the cottage formed a sort of outpost, facing alone the hordes of jerry-built houses which threatened to sweep on and surround it. The ladies who lived at the Cottage had once been nicknamed the Misses Canute--which showed how plainly all this could be seen, as a sort of symbol, by anyone in the least imaginative; though it was a rather unsatisfactory curate from Manchester who actually gave them the name. No one felt surprised when he afterwards offended his bishop and went into the motor business, for he suffered from that constitutional ability to take people as seriously as they wished to be taken, which is so bad for any career. Thus the curate departed, but his irreverence lived on after him for quite a long time, because many people like a mild joke which every one must see at once--which is ready-made--and for which they cannot be held responsible. So this became for a little while the family jest of Thorhaven, in no way spoiled by the fact that one sister had married a man called Bradford and was now a widow, while the other retained the paternal Wilson. The two ladies were walking together on this twenty-sixth of March, by the side of the privet hedge which divided their garden from the large field beyond and hid from them everything which they did not care to see.