“And our running away!”
“And our running away!”
“Bother!” said Dicky.
“What’s the matter?” asked Miss Lestrange, who had drawn a long pin from her hat, and was now reinserting it daintily with both hands upheld.
“I was thinking,” said Dicky, “that as we had run away so far we might complete the job, only——”
“Only what?”
“I’ve only five and sixpence in my pockets.”
“Is my hat straight?”
“Perfectly—I wish you’d be serious.”
“Serious about running away with only five and sixpence between us?”