"He's going to grow Tasmanias in Tomato," announced Miss Yard.
"He means to grow giant tomanias—I mean tomatoes, in—oh, bother!" laughed Nellie. "Miss Sophy has muddled me. Why shouldn't Mr. Taverner grow tomatoes in Tasmania?"
"What about this money? Would anybody leave money to Percy unless they had to?" cried George.
"It may have been left to his young lady," suggested Nellie.
"He has robbed someone," said George bitterly, "and now he's running off the earth to hide the swag."
"If I wanted to say something nasty about Mr. Taverner," said Nellie, "I might suggest he had become engaged to Miss Lee because this money had been left to her."
"I should be certain of it, if he wasn't clearing out of the country," replied George.
"Isn't this honey?" complained Miss Yard. "What makes it taste so bitter?"
"Heavens, don't swallow them! Have they stung you?" cried Nellie, perceiving suddenly that the good lady was spreading her buttered toast with a mixture of crushed wasps and honey.
"They are not at all nice. Did the doctor order me to have them?"