"Did he ask why I was coming?"
Hilda looked at her brother blankly, and John made up his mind to try that look on Harold some time.
"Have you got everything you want?" she asked, solicitously.
"He hasn't got his nailbrush," said Harold.
Hilda assumed an expression of exaggerated alarm.
"Oh dear, I hope it hasn't been lost."
"No, no, no, it'll turn up in one of the glass bottles. I was just telling Harold that I haven't really begun my unpacking yet."
"Uncle John's brought me a present from America," Harold proclaimed in accents of greedy pride.
Hilda seized her brother's hand affectionately.
"Now you oughtn't to have done that. It's spoiling him. It really is. Harold never expects presents."