“He wants to come too,” said Pip, hoping he wouldn’t giggle. “He met us in the road.”
“They were so, so, so kind,” put in Fatty, and he bowed deeply again, this time to Daisy.
Bets exploded into a laugh. Pip gave her a nudge.
“I can’t help it, I can’t help it,” giggled Bets. “Don’t glare at me, Pip, I just can’t help it.”
“What can’t she help?” said Larry in astonishment. “Honestly, she’s potty too.”
Fatty spoke suddenly in his own voice. “I hope you don’t mind me coming to tea, Larry and Daisy.”
Larry and Daisy jumped violently. It was so unexpected to hear Fatty’s voice coming from some one they thought was a queer French boy. Daisy gave a squeal.
“You wretch! It was you all the time! Fatty, you’re simply marvellous! Is that one of your disguises?”
“Yes,” said Fatty, and he took off his curly wig and showed it to them. They all tried it on in turns. It was amazing the way it altered them.
“The teeth are fine too,” said Larry. “Let’s rinse them and I’ll put them on. I bet you won’t know me!”