"H'm!" snorted George. "I shall make my mind up all of a sudden, too!"
"What shall you do?"
"There's one thing I shan't do," said George.
"And that is, stop here. Do you realize, my girl, that we shall be absolutely up a gum-tree?"
"I should have thought you would be able—"
"Absolute gum-tree!" George interrupted her. "Simply can't keep the shop open! To-morrow, my child, we go down to Bursley."
"Who?"
"You, me, and the infant."
"And what about the servants?"
"Send 'em home."