“Oh, Daisy, don’t fuss so!” said Fatty, who hadn’t yet thought of any excuse. “Leave it to me. We’ll go over there, look around a bit, and then see what’s the best way to get into talk with Miss Crumpet.”
“Miss Crump, you mean,” said Bets with a giggle. “Don’t go calling her Crumpet.”
“We can’t all go and see her,” said Daisy. “She’d be suspicious if five children descended on her to talk about Milton House.”
“Well, I’ve gone to see two house-agents, and Pip discovered the mystery, so it’s your turn, or Larry’s or Bets’ turn to do something,” said Fatty generously. He would have liked to do everything himself, really, but a good leader gives every one else a chance, aad Fatty was a good leader.
“Oh!” said Daisy, not quite liking the idea. “All right. But I think you could do it better than any one, Fatty.”
“Well, I could,” said Fatty, not very modestly. “But then I’ve been training myself for this kind of work all last term. Anyway, it will be quite easy.”
They decided to bike over and see Miss Crump that afternoon. Buster could ride in Fatty’s bicycle basket as it wasn’t very far.
“And for goodness’ sake, Buster, don’t try baling out from my basket,” said Fatty. “You did that last time I took you - saw a rabbit or something, and jumped out of my basket and nearly caused an accident.”
“Woof!” said Buster, looking upset. He always knew when Fatty was telling him not to do something or other.
“Good dog,” said every one at once, and patted Buster. They coutdn’t bear it when he looked sad.