“They bolted as soon as they saw us,” answered Claude, “and a pony sixteen years old is no match for a new motor. When I last saw them they were going round Thorley’s at about twenty-five miles an hour.”
“How long ago was that?” asked Lady Jane, for to tell the truth her anger was mingled with some anxiety.
“About three o’clock,” answered Claude.
Colonel Follitt rose. “We had better go and look for them at once,” he said gravely.
But at that moment the subjects of his uneasiness walked in together, pink and white, smoothed and neat, and smiling innocently in a way that would have done credit to a dachshund that had just eaten all the cake on the table when nobody was looking.
They were a pretty pair, about fourteen and fifteen, the one fair, the other dark, with a fresh complexion. In the dead
“In dead silence they stood quietly.”
silence they stood quietly beside the tea-table, apparently waiting for their mother to fill their cups.