A wild shriek arose and tore the quiet of the evening into shreds.
“No, the other way, Jim,” screamed Daisy, “and you’ll catch him at the corner!”
Another yell took it up.
“Oh, I saw you walk,” shrieked Jim, “and you might only hop!”
A tall figure in silver armour bounded across the lawn and fell at Edith’s feet.
“Home,” he said, “Aunt Edith was home, and she happens to have moved. O Lord, Edith, what a Godsend you are!”
Red Riding Hood came flying up the path, and the remnant of the gentleman in paper closed in from the other side of the lawn.
“But Aunt Edith’s moved!” shrieked Daisy. “We should have caught you long before you got to the trees.”
“There was no rule!” panted Hugh. “Aunt Edith was home, wasn’t she?”
Peggy was inflamed at this.