“With some pot-plants.”
“Oh, well then, I’ll let him up at once,” said Mr. Emma. “Oh, certainly.”
He went out quickly, but did not forget to lock the door behind him.
Just as he had locked it, and they thought he was on his way downstairs, he unlocked it again, and put his head into the room. “What did you say the man had come with?” he asked.
“With some pot-plants,” said Peggy again.
“Ah, that’s the word,” he said. “I wasn’t quite certain I’d got it right.”
Then he locked the door behind him again, and they heard his feet going heavily downstairs.
In a few minutes he came back again, unlocked the door, and came into the room with the gentleman doll, who was wrapped in his long cloak, and carried his pots in his arms.
“I’ll leave the gentleman with you for a bit,” said Mr. Emma, “as I’m just in the middle of my tea.”
He went out and locked the door behind him once more. The gentleman doll, who had put the pots down on the floor, stood up and threw off his cloak, and revealed the stalwart form and handsome features of Colonel Jim, of the Lifeguards.