“Yes,” said Erebus.
“And it’s made me awfully hungry and thirsty doing it,” said the Terror.
“It must have—arguing like that,” said Erebus quickly; and her eyes brightened as she caught his drift.
“Well, I think the home ought to pay for refreshment. It’s a long ride home,” said the Terror.
“Of course it ought,” said Erebus with decision.
Without more ado they wheeled their bicycles down the street to a confectioner’s shop, propped them up carefully against the curb, and entered the shop with an important moneyed air.
At the end of his fourth jam tart the Terror said: “Of course overseers have a salary.”
“Of course they do,” said Erebus.
“That settles the matter of pocket-money,” said the Terror. “We’ll have sixpence a week each.”
“Only sixpence?” said Erebus in a tone of the liveliest surprise.