"I can't say that I would rather you had done it, but I'll try to like it if you wish."
She kissed their hot, dusty faces and looked round.
"If you point out anything wrong I'll say 'Hugh did it,'" smiled John, "and he is to say 'John did it' if he is blamed."
"I see," answered Agnes.
"Isn't it a nice little room?"
"Very. I wonder mother never thought of it before."
"Hurrah!" exclaimed Hugh. "Now, Agnes, you'll not mend that; it's as good as a whole volume of permission. Let's go down to dinner after that."
But as they went down John said to her:
"You're not really vexed, dear girl?"
"No, dear," she answered, looking up brightly. "If you are pleased, I'm sure mother will not mind till she has time to think about it. But. John, the dirt——"