"Let's get out of this place, Bundle, and go on dancing."
Bundle agreed. There was nothing to be seen here. They went down again. They danced for another half hour, had fish and chips, and then Bundle declared herself ready to go home.
"But it's so early," Bill protested.
"No, it isn't. Not really. And, anyway, I've got a long day in front of me to-morrow."
"What are you going to do?"
"That depends," said Bundle mysteriously. "But I can tell you this, Bill, the grass is not going to grow under my feet."
"It never does," said Mr. Eversleigh.
Chapter XII
Inquiries at Chimneys
Bundle's temperament was certainly not inherited from her father, whose prevailing characteristic was a wholly amiable inertia. As Bill Eversleigh had very justly remarked, the grass never did grow under Bundle's feet.