“Oh, yes! Dadda met your Uncle at the railway, and said he was such a nice man.”
“Yes, we think a lot of him,” answered Eileen. “So your Dadda met him?” she asked, eagerly, for she was glad to know that Enid’s father had seen their nice Uncle.
“Yes, they had dinner together just before the down train left, and Dadda said he was sorry he was not at home while your Uncle was here, because they could have had some nice chats.”
“Oh, Uncle was kept pretty busy chatting with us,” answered Eileen.
But Mollie hastily added that it would have been real nice for the two men to have met often.
“We’re going back to Sydney in about six weeks’ time,” said Enid. “Perhaps we’ll meet down there.”
“Yes, if we’re not too busy sight-seeing,” put in Eileen.
“Oh, we’d love to see you!” said Mollie.
“Yes, we’d love it,” chimed in Doris, as she stroked Enid’s pretty silky dress. “And I’ll give you some pretty sea-shells if you haven’t got any.”
“Oh, thank you, Doris! I’d love to have some if you can spare them.”