Tip looked up with those speaking brown eyes of his.
"Oh! Daddy Pop," he seemed to say, "it blows so high on the cliff top, and I've been running hard."
"Where is your mistress, you scamp? You didn't come all by yourself."
Tip's ears went away back on his neck in quite an apologetic sort of way, and he glanced uneasily towards the door.
"Dad—dee!" It was Toddie's voice on the stone stair staircase.
Tip sprang down to meet her, and next moment she came in with a rush, her hair all a-toozle, her bare, naked feet and baton legs as red as red could be, for never would Toddie wear shoe or stocking except on high days and holidays.
Next moment she was seated on one of Eean's knees, and Tip on the other.
Toddie put one arm round Eean's neck, and entwined her fingers in his hair, then looking up—
"Isn't oo dlad I'se tomed?" she said.
"Very glad you've got here safe, dear."