Theresa was drumming her fingers on the window. She could see smoke rising from the docks, but at this lower level she could not see the ships. She turned as her father entered.
"Was that the adventure," she asked him quietly, "losing that man?"
"No—oh no, my dear."
"Did you find him again?"
"I didn't really lose him, Theresa. It's just a business expression."
"Oh!" She sighed. "I wish it was tea-time."
"What's going to happen then?" asked Nancy, lifting the tea-cosy.
"Ah," said Theresa.
"I know," said Grace. "Father's going to tell you what happened to him on the mountain."
"Oh yes, Terry, of course—the great adventure!"