There came a roar from a window overhead. "Thomas! Is that car done yet? What are you jabbering about down there? Do I pay you for jabbering? No, I do not."
"That's the master," said Thomas, in a low tone. "You'd better clear out. Thanks for your help."
The boys looked up at the window. Mr. Hick stood there, a cup of tea or cocoa in his hand, looking down furiously.
"Mr. Hick and cup," said Larry, with a giggle. "Dear old good-tempered Hiccup!"
Fatty exploded into a laugh. "We'll call him Hiccup," he said. "I say - we've got some news this morning, haven't we! I bet it was Peeks, Larry. I bet it was!"
"I wonder how Daisy and Pip are getting on," said Larry, as they went down the drive. "I believe I can hear them chattering away somewhere. I guess they won't have such exciting news as we have!"
Mrs. Minns does a lot of Talking.
Daisy and Pip were getting on very well indeed. As they had stood outside Mr. Hick's garden, debating what excuse they could make for going to the kitchen door, they had heard a little mew.
Daisy looked to see where the sound came from. "Did you hear that?" she asked Pip. The mew came again. Both children looked up into a tree, and there, unable to get down or up, was a small black and white kitten.
"It's got stuck," said Daisy. "Pip, can you climb up and get it?"