“I say, Netherby, let’s change places—you go and catch butterflies whilst I kiss Julia.”
Julia jumped and uttered a little scream:
“Oh, Noll, you cruel boy—you’ve caught the moth!” she cried.
She put her deft fingers into the net, caught the struggling thing, and, taking it out carefully, carried it to the window and let it fly out into the darkness.
Noll smiled gloomily at Netherby:
“It’s very cruel of Julia,” said he. “It’s a beastly night—that moth’ll get an awful cold in its chest—accompanied by sore throat, fever, and chills, and violent perspiration—and developing into a nasty hacking cough.”
CHAPTER X
Wherein Master Oliver entertains Guests