"I don't mean to go back to London, Cherub. We are going to live in the country, not so very far from here. So I shall come flying along to see you when I'm unhappy."
"Oh!" said Diana, clasping her hands. "You'll never be unhappy if you are married. They always marry and live happy ever after!"
"So they do—I forgot that—I hope I shall be no exception to the rule."
Miss Constance left them when tea came.
Cassy brought it out into the garden and Diana, with pleased importance, poured out a cup of tea for Miss Constance and persuaded her to drink it before she went.
"When I grow up," Inez informed them, after they had waved a farewell to their grown-up visitor and heard her car tear along the road towards her home—"when I grow up, I shall marry and make my husband take me to the top of the Himalayas. I shan't stay in England, it's too pokey."
"P'r'aps you won't get a husband," said Chris, looking at her critically. "I shouldn't like to be him."
"Why wouldn't you?"
"Because you're always wanting your way, and I should like my wife to want mine."
"I wouldn't have you as a husband for a hundred pounds," said Inez scornfully.