“Well, that’s a nice thing!” said the boy. It was.
“When are you going home?”
“I’m going now! Mr Orgreave has to go to London to-day, and mamma wrote to Auntie Janet yesterday to say that I must go with him, if he’d let me, and she would meet me at London. She wants me back. So Auntie Janet is taking me to Knype to meet Mr Orgreave there—he’s gone to his office first. And the gardener has taken my luggage in the barrow up to Bleakridge Station. Auntie’s putting her hat on. Can’t you see I’ve got my other clothes on?”
“Yes,” said Edwin, “I noticed that.”
“And my other hat?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve promised auntie I’ll come and put my overcoat on as soon as she calls me. I say—you wouldn’t believe how jammed my trunk is with that paint box and everything! Auntie Janet had to sit on it like anything! I say—shall you be coming to Brighton soon?”
Edwin shook his head.
“I never go to Brighton.”
“But when I asked you once if you’d been, you said you had.”