"I want to go to the sea. Aunt Sophy worries so about her friends, and I can't make her believe she hasn't got any. She will forget all about them if we go away. When are you going to your station?" asked Mrs. Drake, while Miss Yard looked up plaintively and wanted to know what she had done now.
"Oh, nothing. I'm telling George we are going to the seaside directly he is ready to leave."
"I think you had better not wait," said George warningly.
"You promised to go this month," his aunt said fretfully.
"Changes have occurred, with the result that I have now broken off the negotiations."
"Then I have done with you!"
"I'm so glad somebody else has broken something," said Miss Yard happily.
George left the room, and returned presently with an armful of plans and diagrams.
"I knew they existed, and at last I have found them," he remarked triumphantly.
"Take away your rubbish!" said Mrs. Drake.