“Then you are going! O Papa!” said Susan, looking up at him; “and Baby will not know you till—”
“Hold your tongue, Miss Croaker,” said the Captain, roughly but kindly; and Miss Fosbrook could see that he was as much afraid of crying himself as of letting Susan cry; “I’ve no time for that. I’ve got a gentleman on business down stairs, and your Uncle John and I must go down to them again. We sha’n’t want dinner; only, Sue, tell them to send in some eggs and bacon, or cold meat, or whatever there may be, for tea; and get a room ready for your uncle.”
He would have gone, but Susan called out, “O Papa, may we drink tea with you, Georgy and all!”
“Yes, to be sure, if you won’t make a bear-fight, any of you, for your uncle.”
“Mayn’t I come down with you?” added Sam, looking at him as if he wanted to make the most of every moment of that presence.
“Better not, my boy,” said the Captain; “I’ve got law business to settle, and we don’t want you. Better stay and make yourselves decent for tea-time. Mamma’s love, and she hopes you’ll not drive Uncle John distracted.” And he was gone.
“Bother Uncle John!” first muttered Sam (I am sorry to say).
“I can’t think what he’s come for,” sighed Annie.
“To spoil our fun,” suggested Johnnie disconsolately.
“To take Sam to school,” added Hal, “while I go to sea.”