“They think we were speaking to him about gardening.”
“Yes. What a game! We must go down to our gardens now, and pretend we got up early to work.”
“I shan’t,” I said shortly. “I hate being so deceptive, and I wish you wouldn’t be, Tom.”
“Well, it don’t sound nice, does it?” he replied thoughtfully. “But it’s so easy.”
“Perhaps we had better not go after the rabbits.”
“Oh, but we must now. Don’t you sneak back. I shall go, and nobody will know.”
I felt doubtful, but I ended by promising.
“I say,” cried Mercer suddenly, “what time is it? Oh, I do wish I had a watch! You can’t see the clock from here, but my clock inside says it’s breakfast-time.”
“Let’s go and see, then,” I said, and we went toward the schoolroom.