“For so stupid a boy, you have glimmerings of sense,” she said.
“Oh, I’m a sharp fellow,” said Arthur.
“Really, Arthur, I think you are,” said Harry. “Mind, my offer holds perfectly good, but I do think there is something in what you say.”
Arthur stood looking from one to the other, with his head a little on one side, like a dog who has done its trick. Unlike Jeannie and his brother, he was fair, with blue eyes and an extraordinarily pleasant face.
“Well, them’s my sentiments,” he said. “Your turn, Jeannie.”
“I know it is,” said Jeannie. “And what’s to happen to me, Arthur?” she demanded.
Arthur groaned slightly.
“I’ve done all that can be expected of me,” he said. “My turn is over.”
Jeannie jumped up.
“Oh, I know,” she said. “I’ll come and keep house for you in Wroxton, Arthur, and Harry shall come down to stay with us from Saturday till Monday, and we’ll go up to stay with him from—from Monday till Saturday.”