"I quite forgot him," she said, vexedly. "Couldn't we leave
him somewhere? Couldn't we ask someone to take care of him
while we go? Oh, it would be TOO bad to have to give it up
just because of him. It's beginning to rain, too; we couldn't
take him with us."
They were at the foot of Barrack Hill now, and Pat told them
they must get out and walk the rest of the way up, or he would
never get the dogcart finished to take back that evening.
Pip tumbled out and took the General, all in a bunched-up heap,
and Judy alighted carefully after him, the precious coat parcel
in her arms. And they walked up the asphalt hill to the
gate leading to the officers' quarters in utter silence.
"Well?" Pip said querulously, as they reached the top. "Be
quick; haven't you thought of anything?"
That levelling of brows, and pursing of lips, always meant deep
and intricate calculation on his sister's part, as he knew full
well.
"Yes," Judy said quietly. "I've got a plan that will do, I think."
Then a sudden fire entered her manner.
"Who is the General's father? Tell me that," she said, in a
rapid, eager way; "and isn't it right and proper fathers should
look after their sons? And doesn't he deserve we should get
even with him for doing us out of the pantomime? And isn't the
Aquarium too lovely to miss?"
"Well?" Pip said; his slower brain did not follow such rapid
reasoning.
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