Mrs. Halliday smiled again.
“Mebbe you think so,” she admitted.
“You see––” he stammered.
But at that moment he heard a rustle of skirts behind him. There stood Sally herself––her cheeks very red, with a bit of a frown above her eyes. It was Mrs. Halliday who saved the day.
“Here, now, you two,” she stormed as she went back to her biscuit board. “Both of you clear out of here until breakfast is ready. You belong outdoors where the birds are singing.”
“I’ll set the table, Aunty,” replied Sally grimly.
“You’ll do nothing of the kind,” replied Mrs. Halliday.
She crossed the room and, taking Sally by one arm she took Don by the other. She led them to the door.
“Out with you,” she commanded.