“Oh, I don’t mind price!” he answered; “when Teddo sets his heart on anything, he don’t mind paying up.”
“Righto!” said Eileen, making a note.
So the time flew away, and one day, to their surprise, Enid Davis dashed up in the big new car from the station.
“Why, we thought you had gone for the summer,” said the children, in amazement.
“No, we’re home for a month or so,” she answered, “and I felt a bit lonely, so I popped down here.”
“Oh, well! I’m afraid we won’t be company much longer,” said Eileen, as she straightened herself in her chair and put on the “real lady style,” as Mollie said afterwards.
“Why—how is that? I love coming here,” answered Enid.
“Oh, we’ve decided to spend the rest of the summer in Sydney!”
“Oh!” Enid looked astonished, but was too polite to say so. “That will be nice,” she went on.
“Yes, it’s just as well to enjoy yourself while you’re young,” said Eileen, calmly. She always felt a bit jealous of Enid’s fine clothes and pleasant times. “Our Uncle is going to the Continent later on, and he is anxious for us to spend a little time with him in Sydney.”