"Right," said Larry, and he got up to go. "We'll be back after lunch, Find-Outers. By the way - how are your bruises, Fatty?"
"Fine," said Fatty proudly. "I'll show you them."
"Can't stop now," said Larry. "I'll see them this afternoon. So long!"
"One's going yellow already," said Fatty. But Larry and Daisy were gone. Pip and Bets were running to the house, afraid of getting into trouble if they waited any longer. Fatty went off with Buster, hoping that the others wouldn't forget about his bruises in the afternoon.
They all met together again at half-past two. Daisy had stopped at the fishmonger's and bought some fish for the cats. It smelt very strong, and Buster kept worrying her to undo the paper. Nobody asked Fatty about his braises.
He was offended, and sat gloomily whilst the others discussed what to say to Lily. Bets noticed his face and was surprised.
"What's the matter, Fatty?" she asked. "Are you ill?"
"No," said Fatty. "Just a bit stiff, that's all."
Daisy took a look at him and gave a little squeal of laughter. "Oh, poor Fatty! We said we'd look at His bruises and we haven't!"
Every one laughed. "Fatty's an awful baby," said Larry. "Cheer up, Fat-One. Show us your bruises and let us admire every one of them, big, medium and small."