"First-class cad!" grumbled Pip.
"Quite so, my son; but it's not our house, and he's not our guest. Still, it will do no harm to keep an eye on him."
A sudden idea struck Pip.
"Wouldn't it be a sound scheme," he suggested, "to warn your young sister about him?"
Raven cocked an inquiring eye at him.
"Why her in particular?"
"I meant all of them," corrected Pip, rather lamely.
"I've only got one."
"No, no; I meant all the girls here."
"Not much," said the sagacious Raven; "they'd be after him like bees!"