Elanor breathed a sigh of relief as they rounded the bend.
"She couldn't have chosen a worse place to meet!" She said, leaning on a near by fence-post and breathing in deeply to catch her breath. "It's a good thing it didn't take too long."
She glanced up worriedly at her hole. Through the window she could see her mother's figure, bent over something- probably needlework. What am I going to tell her? Elanor wondered, loosing track of Sam and Marigold's conversation.
"I have to go," She said abruptly. "I'll be in boiled water if I don't. See you later." She ran up the hill and into her hole.
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