She is the guest of Mr. and Mrs. Bromley, of The Beeches."
"Now if I can get there in time," said Jordan emphatically.
Jordan got to Kensington, put Dan up in a livery stable, and inquired
the way to The Beeches. He felt rather nervous when he found it,
it was such a stately, imposing place, set back from the street
in an emerald green seclusion of beautiful grounds.
"Fancy me stalking up to that front door and asking for
Miss Joscelyn Burnett," grinned Jordan sheepishly. "Mebbe they'll
tell me to go around to the back and inquire for the cook.
But you're going just the same, Jordan Sloane, and no skulking.
March right up now. Think of Aunty Nan and don't let
style down you."
A pert-looking maid answered Jordan's ring, and stared at him
when he asked for Miss Burnett.
"I don't think you can see her," she said shortly, scanning his
country cut of hair and clothes rather superciliously.
"What is your business with her?"
The maid's scorn roused Jordan's "dander," as he would have expressed it.
"I'll tell her that when I see her," he retorted coolly.
"Just you tell her that I've a message for her from Aunty Nan Morrison
of Gull Point Farm, Avonlea. If she hain't forgot, that'll fetch her.
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