She can't eat the corned beef, either, after all.
She's run away--and oh, I'm sure she's mad!"
Meg lifted a pale, startled face from the pillows. "Who on earth--
what---"
"Judy," he said, and burst into excited sobs. "She's in the shed,
and I think she's mad!"
Meg got slowly out of bed, huddled on some clothes, and even then
utterly disbelieving the wild story, went downstairs with him.
In the hall they met their father, who was just going out.
"Are you better?" he said to Meg. "You should have stayed in bed
all day; however, perhaps the air will do you more good."
"Yes," she said mechanically.
"I'm going out for the rest of the day; indeed, I don't expect
either Esther or myself will be back till to-morrow morning."
"Yes," repeated Meg.
"Don't let the children blow the house up, and take care of
yourself--oh! and send Bunty to bed without any tea--he's had
enough for one day, I'm sure."
"Yes," said the girl again, only taking in the import of what the
last pledged her to when Bunty whispered a fierce "Sneak!" at her
elbow.
Then the dogcart rattled up; and the Captain went away, to their
unspeakable relief.
"Now what is this mad story?" Meg said, turning to her small
brother.
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