“I wish I could go next time,” she said, for the doctor had promised another expedition soon. “I’m sure Dr Budge would like me to, and I could find things every bit as well as you could.”
“Dr Budge wouldn’t want to teach girls,” said David. “He teaches us jology. Girls needn’t know anything about jology.”
“I don’t want to,” said Nancy frankly, “but I should love to go to the chalk-pit with that funny old Dr Budge.”
“Well,” said David decidedly, “you can’t have anything to do with the museum. It’s always been mine and Ambrose’s. If we get a nice lot of things,” he added in a satisfied voice, “we mean to open it on the day mother comes back.”
“Oh dear me,” exclaimed Nancy, “how I wish Saturday would come! Pennie and I shall have lots to talk about then, which you don’t know anything about.”
For it had been settled that Pennie was to return from Nearminster on Saturday, and Nancy, feeling herself left outside all that was going on, longed eagerly for the day. She would then have someone to talk to all to herself, and there would also be lots to hear about Kettles. Pennie certainly wrote long letters, but Nancy thought them not to be compared to conversations, and she had so many questions to ask that were too small to be written. Above all, there were the boots and stockings to be bought. She would not do this alone, though when she passed the village shop and saw them hanging up it was very hard to help going in. So the time went on, very slowly for Nancy just now, but at last the week ended and Saturday came.