“Rather,” said Dennis. “There’s the telephone ringing, Mother. Shall I go and see what it is?”
Dennis ran into the hall, leaving the skates which he was transferring to his own boots on the floor.
“Yes, who is it?” he asked.
There was a moment’s silence.
“Hullo, is that Dennis?” asked his father’s voice.
“Yes, Father.”
“Well, tell them to send down to the station to meet the 7.30 train. I’m coming by it.”
“Oh, ripping,” said Dennis. “I’ll tell them.”
Colin rang off again without another word.
Colin’s train was very late: he did not get up to the house till they were half way through dinner, and came in as he was. He was clearly in the best of spirits.