"When can I have a tie?" he asked eagerly.
Nurse came over to them and stood looking down at the little pin. Her face softened. "I've got one rather like that, myself," she said. "You can fasten it in your blouse whether you have a tie or not. No one would notice."
"Can I wear it always?" he asked.
"Yes, if you like," nurse said graciously, "and perhaps it will help you to remember not to cry when you fall down."
Girzie said nothing, but she fastened the brooch so that the button shone resplendent just above the ribbons that tied Teddy's sailor blouse.
"I will remember," he said solemnly.
"Are you sorry you were so naughty?" nurse asked, ever desirous to improve the occasion.
"No," said Teddy firmly. "I hate Kingussie."
But after all he didn't hate Kingussie. He would have liked it immensely but that it rained nearly all the time. July seemed to have used up all the nice weather, and August was very cold and wet. He got one chill on the top of another, and sneezed and snuffled, and snuffled and sneezed, and lost all the pretty pink colour in his cheeks that he had gained in Edinburgh.
Kingussie is a beautiful place with woods and streams and a glorious golf links covered with short springy turf. Their lodgings were right on the top of a hill, and the view from the windows was very lovely, but even the loveliest view palls when it can only be seen through a veil of driving rain.