"What have you been doing?" asked Ivor, gazing across the lawn at the rest.
"Nothing particular," answered Lucia, still lingering by Evan. "Have you hurt your foot?"
"Yes, a little; I've sprained it, I think. I slipped over—It's nothing, only my head aches."
"Come indoors," said Lucia, "and I will see to your foot."
"Oh dear no, it's nothing. I'll go indoors and get ready for dinner."
He went, Ivor following as soon as he could get away from his sisters' questions. And they saw no more of them till dinner was on the table.
"Let us hear all you have done," said Lucia, when she had carved round, and could think of anything else. "Where did you go, and what did you do?"
But very little could be got out of them, except that they had been up the Round Tower, and that Evan had slipped on the stairs coming down. What they had bought did not transpire, though Barbara pumped them sufficiently to elicit that they had spent some of their money "on something."
"I 'spect it's sweets," said Queenie, shaking her curls; "that's what made Evan sick."
For Evan tried to eat his dinner, but failed, and had to condescend to lie down, and be made comfortable by nurse.