The three sat there in silence. At last Millicent said:
"Isn't it queer? Here's the world on the very edge of every sort of adventure, and here are we on the very edge too? I feel in my bones that we shall go through great things this year—all of us. Unpleasant and pleasant—all sorts. I don't believe that there's ever been in all history such a time for adventure as now."
Henry jumped up from behind the table.
"That's true!" he cried. "And whatever happens we three will stick together. Nothing shall separate us—nothing; and nobody. You and I and Peter. We'll never let anybody come between us. We'll be the three best friends the world has ever seen!"
He caught Millie's hand. She looked up at him, smiling. He came across and caught Peter's also. Suddenly Millicent put out hers and took Peter's free one.
"You're a sentimental donkey, Henry," she said. "But there's something in what you say."
Peter flushed. "I'm older than both of you," he said, "and I'm dull and slow but I'll do what I can."
There was a knock on the door and they sprang apart. It was Mr. King to take away the tea.