"From Paris, did it?" Mr. Bullsom retorted, fiercely. "Then up-stairs you go and take it off. You girls have had your own way too much, and I'm about tired of it."
"I shall change it—after breakfast," Selina said, doubtfully.
Mr. Bullsom threw open the door.
"Up-stairs," he repeated, "and throw it into the rag-bag."
Selina hesitated. Then she rose, and with scarlet cheeks and a poor show of dignity, left the room. Mr. Bullsom drew himself up and beamed upon Mary.
"I'll show'em a bit," he declared, with great good-humour. "I may be an ignorant old man, but I'm going to wake these girls up."
Mary struggled for a moment, but her sense of humour triumphed. She burst out laughing.
"Oh, uncle, uncle," she exclaimed, "you're a wonderful man."
He beamed upon her.
"You come shopping with us in London," he said. "We'll have some fun."