
MINA MURRAY'S JOURNAL
Same day, 11 o'clock p. m..--Oh, but I am tired! If it were not that I had
made my diary a duty I should not open it tonight. We had a lovely walk. Lucy,
after a while, was in gay spirits, owing, I think, to some dear cows who came
nosing towards us in a field close to the lighthouse, and frightened the wits
out of us. I believe we forgot everything, except of course, personal fear, and
it seemed to wipe the slate clean and give us a fresh start. We had a capital
`severe tea' at Robin Hood's Bay in a sweet little oldfashioned inn, with a bow
window right over the seaweedcovered rocks of the strand. I believe we should
have shocked the `New Woman' with our appetites. Men are more tolerant, bless
them! Then we walked home with some, or rather many, stoppages to rest, and
with our hearts full of a constant dread of wild bulls.
Lucy was really tired, and we intended to creep off to bed
as soon as we could. The young curate came in, however, and Mrs. Westenra asked
him to stay for supper. Lucy and I had both a fight for it with the dusty
miller. I know it was a