Miss Trimble was getting impatient, for it was near her tea-time. She gave three or four polite little coughs, and her glasses promptly fell off.
"We'd better go," said Pip. "Thanks for showing us the cats. You needn't bother to show us out, Miss Tremble. We'll go over the wall."
"My name is Trimble, not Tremble," said Miss Trimble, losing her smile for a moment. "I wish you would try and remember. And surely you should not go over the wall? Let me take you down the drive."
"Tupping's there," said Bets. Miss Trimble's glasses fell off at once at the mention of the surly gardener.
"Oh well, if you really want to get over the wall, I won't stop you!" she said. "Good-bye, dear children. I'll tell Lady Candling you came."
"They fell off eight times," said Bets in a pleased tone as the two of them climbed over the wall. "I say. Pip, isn't it funny that Luke never told us about Jake?"
A Visit to the Circus.
Pip and Bets were to go to tea with Larry and Daisy that afternoon, so they all went up the lane together, Fatty and Buster too. Pip had a lot to tell.
"Luke hasn't turned up today," he said. "It's funny, isn't it, because Lady Candling hasn't given him notice. And I say, I wonder why he never told us about Jake."
"I suppose — I suppose he couldn't possibly have told Jake to come to the cat-house yesterday, and he couldn't possibly have given him the cat, could he?" said Larry.