“Of course you can’t!” Maggie contradicted. “And even if you could you’d jog him far worse than if he walked himself.”
“There’s no time to get a cab, now,” said Janet, looking at her watch. “If we aren’t at Knype, father will wonder what on earth’s happened, and I don’t know what his mother would say!”
“Where’s that old pram?” Edwin demanded suddenly of Maggie.
“What? Clara’s? It’s in the outhouse.”
“I can run him up to the station in two jiffs in that.”
“Oh yes! Do!” said George. “You must. And then lift me into the carriage!”
The notion was accepted.
“I hope it’s the best thing to do,” said Janet, apprehensive and doubtful, as she hurried off to the other house in order to get the boy’s overcoat and meet Edwin and the perambulator at the gates.
“I’m certain it is,” said Maggie calmly. “There’s nothing really the matter with that child.”
“Well, it’s very good of Edwin, I’m sure,” said Janet.