Angela Brazil

A Terrible Tomboy Angela Brazil

Getting no response to her calls, the speaker, a pretty fair-haired girl of fifteen, flung her brown holland cooking-apron over her head, and ran out across thefarmyard into the lightly-falling rain. She peeped into the cart-shed, where thehens were scratching about among the loose straw. Certainly Peggy was not there. She searched in the kitchen garden, but there was nothing to be seen except thedaffodils nodding their innocent heads under the gooseberry-bushes. Roundthrough the orchard she sped, bringing down a shower of cherry-blossom as shebrushed against the low-growing trees, and greatly disturbing a robin, who wasfeeding a young family in a hole in the ivy, but without any sign of the truant. Hereand there Lilian ran, hunting in all Peggy's favourite haunts-now peeping into ahollow yew-tree, now peering at the top of a ladder, now rummaging in the toolshed, then back through the sand-quarry into the stack-yard, where there was avery good chance that the young lady might be hidden away in some snug little holeamong the hay; but though Lilian got a tolerable amount of hay-seed into her hair, her efforts were fruitless, and she was just turning away, hot and out of breath, togive up the useless search, when the sound of a low, chuckling laugh attracted herto the bar