him to the school gates

The only thing he could find in its favour was the fact that it wasset in a very pretty country. Of a different type from the Wrykyncountry, but almost as good. For three miles Mike made his way throughwoods and past fields. Once he crossed a river. It was soon after thisthat he caught sight, from the top of a hill, of a group of buildingsthat wore an unmistakably school-like look. 　　This must be Sedleigh. 　　Ten minutes' walk brought him to the school gates, and a baker's boydirected him to Mr. Outwood's. 　　There were three houses in a row, separated from the school buildingsby a cricket-field. Outwood's was the middle one of these. 　　Mike went to the front door, and knocked. At Wrykyn he had alwayscharged in at the beginning of term at the boys' entrance, but thisformal reporting of himself at Sedleigh suited his mood. 　　He inquired for Mr. Outwood, and was shown into a room lined withbooks. Presently the door opened, and the house-master appeared. 　　There was something pleasant and homely about Mr. Outwood. Inappearance he reminded Mike of Smee in "Peter Pan." He had the sameeyebrows and pince-nez and the same motherly look. 　　"Jackson?" he said mildly. 　　"Yes, sir.""I am very glad to see you, very glad indeed. Perhaps you would like acup of tea after your journey. I think you might like a cup of tea. 　　You come from Crofton, in Shropshire, I understand, Jackson, nearBrindleford? It is a part of the country which I have always wished tovisit. I daresay you have frequently seen the Cluniac Priory of St. 　　Ambrose at Brindleford?"Mike, who would not have recognised a Cluniac Priory if you had handedhim one on a tray, said he had not. 　　"Dear me! You have missed an opportunity which I should have been gladto have. I am preparing a book on Ruined Abbeys and Priories ofEngland, and it has always been my wish to see the Cluniac Priory ofSt. Ambrose. A deeply interesting relic of the sixteenth century.

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