“Shall we live at Belforest?” asked Armine.
“Part of the year,” said Janet, who was in a wonderfully expansive and genial state; “but we shall get back to London for the season, and know what it is to enjoy life and rationality again, and then we must all go abroad. Mother, how soon can we go abroad?”
“It won’t make a bit of difference for a year. We shan’t get it for ever so long,” said Bobus.
“Oh!”
“Fact. I know a man whose uncle left him a hundred pounds last year, and the lawyers haven’t let him touch a penny of it.”
“Perhaps he is not of age,” said Janet.
“At any rate,” said Jock, “we can have our fun at Belforest.”
“O yes, Jock, only think,” cried Babie, “all the dear tadpoles belong to mother!”
“And all the dragon-flies,” said Armine.
“And all the herons,” said Jock.