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CHAPTER I

but he tried hard to think if he ever thought of his mother. Christmas and birthday presents, Sunday letters from Eton. He could not recall any other practical instance. How awful. And there she was, whenever he went out in the Cormorant, her eyes glued to the brass telescope, picturing a thousand disasters, if ever a shrub on the lawn's end hid the Cormorant's sail from view. But when he returned from his cruising in the Speenmouth creek-to cross the bar was forbidden-Mrs. Bailey seemed just the same outwardly. She didn't throw her arms round him and embrace him as Robin Manley's mother had done at the end of a lower boy football tie. Mrs. Manley had been surprised by Robin's manner afterwards. There was none of that sort of nonsense about Mrs. Bailey ; except on the recognised occasion of going back to Eton. He had come to expect something' of the sort, though it still made him blush. Then, what was
all the fuss about ? His father had once asked him if he knew how fond his mother was of him. Of course she was fond of him ; after all she was his mother. But why rake up these futile and embarrassing subjects ? His father had been to a public school-not Eton admittedly-and he ought to know that boys did not talk about that sort of thing.
They were at the front door now. Two ladies' bicycles leaned by the porch ; Maureen was still there. Mrs. Bailey, being on occasions a sensible woman, did not run out to meet them. They found her in the inner hall. " Maureen's here, Denis," she said. " I told her to stop as I knew you wouldn't be long now."
" Thanks mum. Got caught on the ebb off Miser's Creek. r. Hadn't a chance on that lee shore. I'm sorry I'm late. Hullo Maureen, I didn't see you."
" What rotten luck, Denis ; on your last day too. That's what comes of going out alone, isn't it, Mrs. Bailey ?" She had rather hoped he would ask her out for a sail to-day.
" Well, Denis," said his mother, " there are some scones we've left for you. I'm afraid they'll be a bit cold."

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