It was a good growing country. Chesson said that the mildness of the
winters was due to the Gulf Stream; Miss Harriet Chesson attributed it
to ozone--ozone having been a word to conjure with at the time when
she had taken her Diploma. Ozone or Gulf Stream, it provided wild
violets in December, lemon-verbena that grew in trees up the sides of
the cottages and had to be cut away from the upper windows, and filled
the deep lanes with the hart's-tongue fern. It also brought forth rich
produce. The dairy business and poultry farm flourished; crates and
parcels and returned empties kept the goods clerk at Rainham Magna
station busy; and, when the heather bloomed on the hill that rose
between Chesson's and the sea, the "Rainham Heather Honey," green as
bronze and thick as glue, was at a premium. At the crest of the hill
the seedsman's estate ended. Beyond that, dropping abruptly to the
west, lay deep wooded coombes, green to the very rocks of the shore.
Louie's age put her at once out of the class of the "new girl" who, in
the school tales, sits pathetically on her box and waits for somebody
to speak to her. She was twenty-four, and probably only one other
student, the copper-haired girl with the long thin neck and the
"salt-cellars" showing through her white flannel blouse, who asked her
her number and offered to show her the way to her cubicle, was more
than twenty-two. Her large black feathered hat (see the first part of
the Captain's advice as to how she would make the most of herself),
and her expensively simple navy blue coat and skirt down to her toes,
further distinguished her among the tweed jackets and ankle-length
skirts of the younger girls. No doubt she had her perfect management
of these and her numerous other garments from her mother's former
interest in the study of Drapery. If the Captain did not think her
face pretty, it must be remembered that the Captain had standards of
prettiness of his own. Pretty in the professional-beauty sense her
irregular mouth and long chin perhaps were not. Her large, clear,
pebble-grey eyes at any rate were arresting.
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