“Bobby’s got a grouch,” Susan told Tessy. “He’s stoopid. Just sits and says ’E ’as to fink sumpfink over. What’s he fink fings over for? Said I was to come downstairs again, there was a good girl.... Meant it.... Said so.... Puss’d me ’way.... I do-o-n’t fink I lo-o-o-ove Bobby ’nymore.”
Great distress. A storm of tears. Tessy was deeply sympathetic.
But after tea Bobby was brighter and drew Susan her “Good night picture” and came down and sat on her bed and talked her to sleep the same as usual, and Tessy perceived that the worst of Bobby’s trouble was over.
At supper Bobby unfolded his plans.
“I mean to go to Cummerdown Hill to-morrow,” he said compactly.
“To see Sargon?” said Tessy understandingly.
“If I can. But it won’t be visiting day. That’s Tuesday. I want to look round.”
Billy raised his eyebrows and helped himself to butter.
“But—” said Tessy, and stopped short.
“Yes?” said Bobby.