"She's not home," said Harry.
"Where's she gone?"
"Dunno."
And the resolute boy went on with his chopping.
Tom came out, calling. "I'm going over to have a word wi' th' Reds, Jack. Cornin' with me?"
Tom didn't care for going anywhere alone, just now. Jack joined him.
"Where's Monica, Tom?" he asked.
"Ay, where is she?" said Tom, looking round as if he expected her to appear from the thin air.
"She's not at home, anyhow," said Jack.
"She's gone off to Grace's, or to see somebody, I expect," said Tom, as they walked across the yard. "And Len is out in the paddocks still. He don't seem in no hurry to come an' meet us, neither. The little cuss! Fancy that nipper wantin' to be spliced. Gosh, I'll bet he's old for his age, the little old wallaby! An' that bloomin' teacher woman, Ruth, why she's older'n me. She oughtta be ashamed of herself, kidnappin' that nipper."