“Well, come along then,” said Miss Crump. “Leave your bicycles by the gate. That’s right. My name is Miss Crump, and I live here with my brother.”
“Oh!” said Daisy, and thought she had better tell Miss Crump their names too. So she introduced every one politely. Soon they were in a comfortable cosy sitting-room, and Miss Crump was bathing Buster’s leg and bandaging it beautifully. Buster liked all the attention immensely.
“I believe Cook has just made some buns,” said Miss Crump, beaming round at the children when she had finished the bandaging. “Could you manage one or two, do you think?”
Every one was sure that plenty of buns could be “managed.” They thought Miss Crump was very nice. When she went to get the buns, Fatty nudged Daisy.
“You’d better start off asking questions,” he said. “It’s a wonderful chance, this.”
Daisy wondered how to begin asking questions about Milton House, but it was all unexpectedly easy.
When Miss Crump came back with the buns, she handed them round and said, “Where have you bicycled from? Very far?”
“Oh no.” said Daisy. “Only from Peterswood. We live there.”
“Do you really?” said Miss Crump, offering a bun to the surprised and grateful Buster. “Well, you know, I nearly went to live there a year ago. I don’t expect you know a place called Milton House, do you?”
“Oh yes, we do,” answered every one in a chorus.