“Sort of boy to play any games. He’s what we used to call a soft Tommy sort of a chap—boy.”
“Oh no, no, no! I don’t suppose he will be rough, and care for boisterous sports; but he may prove to be a very pleasant companion for you.”
Dexter shook his head.
“I don’t think he’ll like me.”
“Nonsense! How can you tell that? Then they have a beautiful garden.”
“Can’t be such a nice one as this,” said Dexter.
“Oh yes, it is; and it runs down to the river as this one does, and Sir James has a very nice boat.”
“Boat!” cried Dexter, pricking up his ears. “And may you go in it!”
“Not by yourselves, I suppose. There, I’m sure you will enjoy your visit.”
Dexter shook his head again.