But Daffy's eyes were shining.
"Oh, think of it, Freda! One day we shall live in that lovely garden, and Bertie will be outside! We must let him come in and see us sometimes through the little door. And we shall keep dozens of white rabbits, and pick flowers whenever we like. I'd much rather live there than here, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, much; only, then, what will Fibo do?"
"We mustn't send him away. Oh, I'm sure we shall all squeeze in together beautifully. We must tell him about it and see what he says."
"But it won't happen for ever so long," said Freda regretfully; "and how awful of us wanting it to, for Nurse says Dad will have to die to let us live there."
Daffy looked horrified. Then with a bound she came back to the subject in hand.
"So, Nurse, if we're very good, can we go into that garden again? He wants us to come; he said whenever we like we could come to him."
"You'll go nowhere and see nobody unless you're asked properly and I'm with you," said Nurse sharply.
Freda and Daffy looked at each other with agonised eyes, but said no more. When tea was over, Nurse said she was going to take them for a walk. And in half an hour's time the three children were walking sedately along the country road which led to the village.
Freda and Daffy, walking a little in advance of Nurse, were able to talk together without being overheard.