"Thanks, Aunt," he said cheerfully. "Of course Desire must make her own choice. But if she takes my tip she will stay where you've put her. It's a jolly room. As for me, I'm going up to my old diggings—thought I'd told you."
"What!"
Aunt Caroline's remark was not a question. It was an explosion.
Spence dropped his bantering manner.
"My dear Aunt. I hate to disturb your arrangements with my eccentricities. But insomnia is a hard master. I must sleep in my old room. We'll consider that settled."
"Humph!" said Aunt Caroline.
Like the house, she was somewhat old fashioned.
CHAPTER XX
Tea had been laid on the west lawn under the maples.