"I've got a fly id by eye!" she announced suddenly. "Please, Bister Worley, take it out."
She was afflicted with adenoids; and with finger-nails that were like black opals.
"Hi! Nap! Your mater's got a fly in her eye!" shouted Worley to the pair behind him.
"Call Teddy to take it out!" was the unfilial advice.
Worley shouted to the pair ahead of him: "Hi! Ted! Your grand-mother's got a fly in her eye, and your pater says you're to take it out!"
"He's not my pater," muttered Teddy, furious that his experimental flirtation with Lulu Collins should have been interrupted. But he was afraid of his stepfather; so he deposited the butter in the dust, for anyone to pick up who liked—it was melting rapidly—and slouched to the rescue of his afflicted relative.
The fly had got well in by this time.
Fred Worley joined Miss Frazer; Napier having meanwhile attached himself to Lulu. They toiled on, and out of sight. Teddy went for his grand-mother's eye with unnecessary vigour.... Trixie Worley, passing with Gareth, called out that he was a good boy. They too were presently lost to sight, in the straggling little wood.
"Id's id the other eye, Teddy...."