“I have ready scarcely anything, except ‘The Jungle Tales,’ ‘A Voyage in the Cachalot,’ and the Bible. I never had time to read.”
“Never had time!” he echoed. “I thought people who lived in the country had no other way to kill time.”
Paddy did not reply, so he asked, “What did you do beside shoot, then!”
“Oh, I could sail a bit, and fish a bit, and climb a bit. Then there was the hockey club, and tennis club, and golf club. The days weren’t as a rule half long enough.”
Basil looked down with some show of interest.
“You’ll rather miss all that in London,” he suggested.
“I guess so,” was Paddy’s short, laconic response, and she fixed her eyes on the fire.
“Still, there’ll be lots of other things,” he went on. “Dances, and theatres, and—er—shops. The guv’nor’s awfully easy-going, you know—you won’t have to do much work.”
“Do you mean Uncle Frank?” raising her eyebrows a little.
“Yes, of course. Why?”