Freda pointed to the tree on the lawn.
Mrs. Harrington went towards it, the children following her. She spoke rather sharply when she saw the boy.
"Look here, you must go away at once. I will let my little daughters give you what they promised you, but I have told them it must never occur again, and this is the last time you come near the Hall. Do you quite understand?"
The boy took the bag held out to him by Freda, then he touched his cap to Mrs. Harrington, and darted down the drive.
"Now then, children, run away to Nurse, and don't act so foolishly again."
Mrs. Harrington went back to the house. Freda and Daffy drew long breaths of relief.
"Mums won't tell Nurse. She always forgets to. I'm so glad the boy has got it. What an awful thing for Dreamikins to do! She said she was going to give him milk."
"I expect he told her he would rather have beer," said Daffy; "and we were going to see her, Freda, and we haven't gone."
"It's too late now. We'll go to-morrow. We've done more than she has, anyway."
"But he didn't like my water," said Daffy sorrowfully.