"Well - we've only got to find out what size shoes he wears, and if they've got rubber soles, criss-crossed with markings underneath, and if he wears a grey flannel coat," said Larry.
"He doesn't wear a grey flannel coat/3 said Fatty. "I told you - he wore an old mackintosh."
The others were silent for a moment. "Well, he might have a grey flannel coat underneath," said Daisy. "He might have taken his mackintosh off for a moment,"
The others thought this was rather feeble, but they had no better suggestion.
"Time enough to worry about grey flannel coats and mackintoshes when we've found the tramp," said Pip. "That is going to be a problem, I must say!"
"Hark - isn't that old Buster barking?" said Fatty suddenly. "I bet that's Bets coming back. Yes - she's calling to Buster. I say - haven't we got a lot of news for her?"
The sound of Bets' running feet was heard up the drive,
and then down the garden path to the summer-house. The four big ones went to the door to welcome her, Buster shot up to them, barking madly.
"Bets! We've got such a lot of news!" called Larry.
"We've had a most exciting time!" cried Daisy.