Today is 24.1 so I decided it would be nice as a page number, 241 it is!
I was about to tell him how nice he looked when Pixie’s barked. In a scrabble of paws, she shot off across the room to greet someone she knew who was coming in the door. The person was wearing short trousers that didn’t cover his scabby knees, and my heart leaped because it was Cliff.
Inside the office, Kit stood before Lady Covington’s desk, her boy’s uniform caked with mud. Mud was on her hands, in her hair – everywhere.
Seated at her desk, Lady Covington was speaking angrily about that very fact. “And we do not lie in the mud at Covington!”
“It was a protest!” Kit explained. “I didn’t want you to take my horse away!”
“That animal is going to auction whether you lay in the mud or not.”