"Topping weather, isn't it?" he observed presently.
Dumps agreed, sunning herself luxuriously.
"Does your mare eat cherries?" she asked.
"No, but I do," said Derek with great boldness.
Dumps threw him down a couple, and continued:
"I am waiting for Dad. He is correcting proofs—very cross. When he has finished we are going out in Boanerges."
"Have you still got Boanerges?" asked Derek incredulously.
"Yes, but he is on his very last legs. We have a new car coming."
"What sort?"
"A Britannia. It has been specially selected for us," said Dumps with pride, "by—by an official of the company. The front seat is being put a little forward, so that I can drive."