"The skies will fall when you turn religious!"
Inez would not deign to reply to this, and their walk home was a silent one.
Chris and Diana were delighted the next morning to get a letter from their mother, saying that their Granny was much better, and that she hoped to be home at the end of the week.
This seemed to them too good to be true.
"Saturday is her birthday," said Diana. "Oh, I do hope she'll come Friday night, so that we'll have every minute of her birthday with her."
"I must get on with my present for her," said Chris.
"What are you going to give her, Dinah?"
"A hanky with beautiful fine crochet round it. Miss Morgan taught me a long while ago, and I finished it the other day."
Noel looked rather sorrowful.
"I've fluffing for her birfday, nulling, and I've only sixpence! What can I get her?"