But Judy was miles away, and could not possibly wither him up
with her look of utter contempt. He was at the nursery door now,
turning the handle with hesitating hands.
"What a time you've been," said Meg from the table, where she was
mending a boxful of her gloves. "Well, what did she say?"
Just at her elbow was the gay _bonbonniere_ containing the brown,
cream-encrusted walnuts.
"She said, 'All right,'" said Bunty gruffly.
Meg counted the eight chocolates out into his little grimy hand,
and resumed her mending with a relieved sigh. And Bunty, with a
defiant, shamed look in his eyes, stuffed the whole of the
sweets into his mouth at once, as if to preclude the possibility
of a sudden repentance.
The other note was equally unfortunate. Little Flossie went
home, her thoughts intent upon a certain Grannie bonnet Nell
had promised to make for her new doll.
"Gween with pink stwings," she was saying softly to herself as
she climbed the steps to her own door.
Alan was lying on the veranda lounge, smoking his black pipe.
"Gween what?" he laughed--"guinea-pigs or kangaroos?"
"Clawice Maud's bonnet," the little girl said, and entered forthwith
into a grave discussion with him as to the colour he thought more
suitable for that waxen lady's winter cloak.
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