By breakfast-time Rupert was much better. The fever had gone.
‘So you see the spell did work,’ said Caroline. ‘Rupert is much better. I sometimes think we are much cleverer than grown-up people think we are. Rupert is much better.’
But all the three C.’s had dreadful colds in their heads.
CHAPTER XIII
THE ROSY CURE
When Mrs. Wilmington found Rupert asleep among the remains of the dewy, crushed rose leaves, she had the sense not to disturb him, but to put two more blankets over him and to let him go on sleeping, while she wrapped herself in a shawl and spent what was left of the night on the blue sofa at the end of the four-post bed.
Uncle Charles, coming down, neat and early, to his study, was met by a very pale housekeeper with prim lips tightly set, who said:
‘If you please, sir, them children leave this house or else I do. I mean those children.’