Chris looked at her.
"That's rather tell-taley!" he remarked.
"I don't care. Mums said I was to write and tell her everything."
Noel began to cry lustily now. And then Chris, still holding him firmly, backed him into a big hanging cupboard outside the nursery door. Locking the door upon him, he said:
"You'll stay there till dinner-time to punish you."
Mrs. Tubbs and Cassy had gone to the boudoir to repair the mischief done there. Noel kicked and screamed till he was tired out.
Chris felt worried. He looked at Diana writing away as if her life depended upon it.
"I'm afraid Mums will say that you ought to have looked after Noel better. I s'pose I oughtn't to have gone away, but you did promise you'd see after him."
"Yes, but I was writing my story, and I forgot him."
"Don't make him out too bad, Diana. Tell Mums he was trying to tidy her drawers for her. He didn't mean to be wicked. I think I'll let him out. He's quiet now."