"Only I'm going to leave the General here at the Barracks for a
couple of hours till we come back, his father being the proper
person to watch over him." Judy grasped the General's small.
fat hand in a determined way, and opened the gate.
"Oh, I say," remarked Pip, "we'll get in an awful row, you know,
Fizz. I don't think we'd better--I don't really, old girl."
"Not a bit," said Judy, stoutly--"at least, only a bit, and
the Aquarium's worth that. Look how it's raining; the child will
get croup, or rheumatism, or something if we take him; there's
Father standing over on the green near the tennis-court talking to
a man. I'll slip quietly along the veranda and into his own room,
and put the coat and the General on the bed; then I'll tell a
soldier to go and tell Father his parcels have come; and while
he's gone I'll fly back to you, and we'll catch the tram
and go to the Aquarium."
Pip whistled again softly. He was used to bold proposals from
this sister of his, but this was beyond everything. "B--b--but,"
he said uneasily, "but, Judy, whatever would he do with that kid for
two mortal hours?"
"Mind him," Judy returned promptly. "It's a pretty thing if a
father can't mind his own child for two hours.
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