“It can’t be wrong,” said Edred.
“She never told us not to,” said Elfrida.
“I’ve noticed,” said Edred, “that when grown-up people say ‘they’ll see about’ anything you want it never happens.”
“I’ve noticed that, too,” said Elfrida. “Auntie always said she’d see about taking us there.”
“Yes, she did.”
“We won’t be mean and sneaky about it,” Edred insisted, though no one had suggested that he would be mean and sneaky. “We’ll tell auntie directly she gets back.”
“Of course,” said Elfrida, rather relieved, for she had not felt at all sure that Edred meant to do this.
“After all,” said Edred, “it’s our castle. We ought to go and see the cradle of our race. That’s what it calls it in ‘Cliffgate and its Envions.’ I say, let’s call it a pilgrimage. The satchels will do for packs, and we can get half-penny walking-sticks with that penny of yours. We can put peas in our shoes, if you like,” he added generously.
“We should have to go back for them, and I don’t expect the split kind count, anyhow. And perhaps they’d hurt,” said Elfrida doubtfully. “And I want my penny for——” She stopped, warned by her brother’s frown. “All right, then,” she ended; “you can have it. Only give me half next time you get a penny; that’s only fair.”
“I’m not usually unfair,” said Edred coldly. “Don’t let’s be pilgrims.”