“No, I haven’t,” she said.
“Are you sure she’s not in the house?” persisted Paul.
“If she is and heard me calling, I’ll give it to her, or my name’s not Anna,” said that maiden irately.
“Do you think she can have gone again over to ‘Tenby’?” pursued Pauline.
“That’s it—that’s what’s got her,” said Anna; “and fine and mad Miss Bibby will be with her, going worrying that book-man again. Well, I’m not going trapesing over there in this sun, but I’ll make her take two [p118] doses at lunch if I have to put it down her back.”
And with this frightful threat Anna returned to the house.
Poor Fritz nearly fell out of “Falconhurst” in his agitation.
“Oh, I think I’ll go up and take it, Paul,” she said; “two doses together would be too awful.”
Her eyes grew round with horror at the mere thought.
“You could shut your teeth hard, after the first spoonful,” said Paul, “and refuse, firmly refuse more.”