"They'd soon catch you. We'll try it to-morrow. I'll be the robber, and you can leave all the doors open to give yourself a chance, and I'll give you five minutes' start."
"Me too!" exclaimed Bumps, removing her thumb from her mouth, which she had been contentedly sucking.
"Oh, you!" said her brother scornfully. "You can't even be an early Christian without screaming the house down! But you've done one good thing! Nurse is going, and a jolly good job too! Nurses are all rot!"
Jill shook her head doubtfully.
"We shall only have another worse than this one! I wish we could do without them, like the Clarkes. Their mother looks after them."
"That's because they're poor—George told me so."
"What's poor?" asked Bumps.
"It's having no money," explained Jill.
"But we haven't no money," argued Bumps.
"No, you little stupid, but Mona has. I heard nurse say she was an heiress, and that's an awfully grand thing to be, it's next to being a princess in a fairy-book."