“Oh, yes,” said Bobbie; “I think everyone in the world is friends if you can only get them to see you don't want to be UN-friends.”
“Perhaps you're right,” said Mother; and she sighed. “Come, Chicks. It's bedtime.”
“Yes,” said Phyllis. “Oh dear—and we went up there to talk about what we'd do for Perks's birthday. And we haven't talked a single thing about it!”
“No more we have,” said Bobbie; “but Peter's saved Reginald Horace's life. I think that's about good enough for one evening.”
“Bobbie would have saved him if I hadn't knocked her down; twice I did,” said Peter, loyally.
“So would I,” said Phyllis, “if I'd known what to do.”
“Yes,” said Mother, “you've saved a little child's life. I do think that's enough for one evening. Oh, my darlings, thank God YOU'RE all safe!”
Chapter IX. The pride of Perks.
It was breakfast-time. Mother's face was very bright as she poured the milk and ladled out the porridge.