“How is Mr. Carlingford?” asked May, after a pause.
“He’s all right. He always is. He has talked a good deal, and done very little work. He also made one century in a college match, and followed it up by five ducks.”
“I thought you were going to bring him here again.”
“Yes,” said Ted, “I had thought of it. But he asked me to go back with him for a bit.”
They had reached the house by this time, and Mr. Markham was just going off to the kennels, to try the effect of the new medicine on Flo.
“Flo’s a good deal better, father,” said May; “I think she’s getting over it.”
“Ah, I’m glad of that. But I shall just try her with this. By the way, did you take those books you have been covering to the parish library?”
“Yes, I took them this morning, and brought back some others.”
“That’s a good girl! And the meeting of the outdoor relief fund?”
“It went all right. Come down to the lake, Ted, and we’ll paddle about.”