"Yes, do. While it's filling I shall open my letters."
"But not answer them," said David. "You can do that to-morrow after I have gone. Isn't it funny? I don't want to go to school a bit, but I should be rather disappointed if I wasn't going."
"I know, darling. I'm rather like that, too. I hate your going, but I'm sending you all the same."
"Anyhow, I shan't cry," announced David.
Dodo glanced through her letters while David was busy with her bath. There was one from Jack, announcing that he would be here for the Sunday, and that was good. There was one from Edith, and that made her laugh, for it informed her that she would arrive to-night bringing her typewriter with her. The speed at which she was getting efficient appeared to be quite miraculous, if her machine had not been away being repaired, she would have typed this letter instead of writing it. She had knocked it over yesterday, and the bell wouldn't ring at the end of a line. She was learning shorthand as well, and it would be good practice for her to take down Dodo's business letters from dictation, and type them for her afterwards....
"Ready!" shouted David from the bathroom next door. "And I've put in a whole bottle of something for a treat."
From the thick steam that was pouring through the open door it seemed certain that David had treated her to a bottle of verbena salts.
"Darling, that is kind of you," said Dodo cordially. "Now you must go downstairs, and say we'll have breakfast in half an hour."
"Less," said David firmly.
"Well, twenty-five minutes. You can begin if I'm late."