"Are you going to do lessons with us?" asked Daffy.
"Not if I know it!"
There was no doubt or hesitation in Edmund's tone.
"He'll amuse himself; and he has been given a holiday task to do," said his mother. "It's a pity Bertie is not a little older. Poor little man! He will never know his father."
Here she gave a sigh.
"I hope my boy won't lose his father in this awful War!"
"It will be nice to have Edmund to play with," said Freda, looking at Edmund with great interest. Then she followed him, for he walked off to the toy cupboard to inspect their games and books. He did not approve of many of them.
"Do you play hockey?" he asked.
They shook their heads.
"Football or cricket?"