Angela Brazil

A Terrible Tomboy Angela Brazil

Getting no response to her calls, the speaker, a pretty fair-haired girl of fifteen, flung her brownholland cooking-apron over her head, and ran out across the farmyard into the lightly-falling rain. She peeped into the cart-shed, where the hens were scratching about among the loose straw. Certainly Peggy was not there. She searched in the kitchen garden, but there was nothing to be seenexcept the daffodils nodding their innocent heads under the gooseberry-bushes. Round through theorchard she sped, bringing down a shower of cherry-blossom as she brushed against the lowgrowing trees, and greatly disturbing a robin, who was feeding a young family in a hole in the ivy, but without any sign of the truant. Here and there Lilian ran, hunting in all Peggy's favouritehaunts-now peeping into a hollow yew-tree, now peering at the top of a ladder, now rummaging inthe tool-shed, then back through the sand-quarry into the stack-yard, where there was a very goodchance that the young lady might be hidden away in some snug little hole among the hay; but thoughLilian got a tolerable amount of hay-seed into her hair, her efforts were fruitless, and she was justturning away, hot and out of breath, to give up the useless search, when the sound of a low, chuckling laugh attracted her to the bar