“And the band that always played ‘Poppies’ on Tuesday evenings at bedtime,” said Claire.
“And the organ with the panorama on Friday mornings,” said Betty.
“And the best organ of all, that had one new tune every week, on Saturdays,” said Christopher.
“It must be a great day for the organists when they have a new tune,” said Claire.
“Yes,” said Betty; “but you have forgotten the funniest of all—the old man with a wooden leg on Tuesday and Friday.”
“But he had only one tune,” said Christopher
“It was a very nice tune,” said Betty. “But why I liked him was because he always nodded and smiled at me.”
“That was only his trick,” said Christopher. “They all do that if they think you have a penny.”
“I don’t care,” said Betty stoutly; “he did it as if he meant it.”
That night, just after Claire had undressed, Christopher came in and sat on her bed. “I’ve got an idea,” he said. “Let’s have a new notice-board painted with