“Don’t mean to.”
“You see, they’ve had their own way here since I was a child.”
“And now they don’t like to give it up?”
“I suppose not. But they mean well. They were always, I can remember, most affectionate to me.”
“Yes; they seem to like Master Dick.”
“Pish! yes, of course—their way. Sounds stupid, though, Franky; but you can’t wonder at it.”
“I don’t,” said Pratt. “But I should put my foot down, I think.”
“That I most decidedly shall, and before Van and the little Baronet come down.”
“Oh, by Jove!” said Pratt, starting, “why those two fellows are coming to-morrow.”
“Yes; they’ll be here about five.”