'
At last Mrs Jenkins and her hamper were ready, and the trio started for
the Paddington Station.
When they arrived there Howel took a second-class ticket for his mother
as far as Swansea, telling her to take a first-class from that place
home. She was to sleep with some friends at Swansea.
'We mustn't waste money, mother.'
'Treue for you, Howel.'
'Tell everybody at home of the grand wedding.'
'Don't be afraid of that.'
When Howel had seen his mother off, he and Netta drove to their station,
and, per first-class carriage, with page in second, steamed off to
Folkestone, which was to be the first stage of their life-journey.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE SERVANT.
We must now leave Netta and her husband for a time, and return to the
morning when Netta left her home to go forth in search of a new one.
The breakfast-table was spread at the farm, and all were assembled
except Netta.
'Owen, go and call Netta,' said Mr Prothero, seating himself before some
smoking rashers of bacon; 'she's always late, I'll say that for her.'
Owen did his father's bidding, but returned exclaiming,--
'She is up and out of her room. There must be something wonderful to
make her go out before breakfast.'
'Such a lovely morning,' said Mrs Prothero, 'I daresay she is in the
garden.
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