"Now this is our castle," she said, "and two are better than one to keep the gate!"
Chuckles was enchanted. It was some minutes before Sidney could persuade them to get down and walk on quietly with her to the house.
"We're ploughing the five-acre field to-day," said Chuckles importantly. "Aunt Monica will be back soon. We must see the men works, you know. And then we're going to see the frashing!"
"You are a jolly little farmer," said Jockie admiringly. "Isn't he a duck, Miss Urquhart? Isn't it a pity that they grow up?"
Chuckles frowned upon her.
"It's a pity you growed up. If you were a nice little girl, you and me would play marbles at once. I got twopence of them yesterday."
"Why aren't you at school, Chuckles?" asked Sidney.
He twinkled all over.
"They has the mumps."
"Happy boy!" said Jockie. "I can play marbles. Let's have a game now."