Dawney nodded. “One minute, there are a few things I want,” and he went out.
A moment later Greta stole in on tiptoe. She bent over till her hair touched Mr. Treffry's face.
“Uncle Nic!” she whispered. He opened his eyes.
“Hallo, Greta!”
“I have come to bring you my love, Uncle Nic, and to say good-bye. Papa says that I and Scruff and Miss Naylor are going to Vienna with him; we have had to pack in half an hour; in five minutes we are going to Vienna, and it is my first visit there, Uncle Nic.”
“To Vienna!” Mr. Treffry repeated slowly. “Don't have a guide, Greta; they're humbugs.”
“No, Uncle Nic,” said Greta solemnly.
“Draw the curtains, old girl, let's have a look at you. Why, you're as smart as ninepence!”
“Yes,” said Greta with a sigh, touching the buttons of her cape, “because I am going to Vienna; but I am sorry to leave you, Uncle Nic.”
“Are you, Greta?”