Flossie forgot all about her dogs. Jingo mournfully descended to all fours, bit Ginger, snapped at Blackberry, and retired sulking into a corner.
Meanwhile Flossie took the arm of her friend and led her into the shade.
“How red you look,” she said. “You must have been running very fast.”
“What does that matter? I have got it; I have won it.”
“You don’t mean to say you’ve won your bet?”
“Yes, I have though. This very morning she came over—Clay, you know, and soon afterwards the Fairy Princess, and my noble elder sister was present, and she had to introduce Clay to the Princess, and it’s extremely likely that the Princess will be forced by circumstances to pay the Carters a visit at Court Prospect.”
“I wish her joy of them,” said Flossie sulkily.
“Oh, you needn’t sulk, old Floss. I’ve got my yellow-boy all for myself. Now then, I’ll tell you what. I know you’re ever so cross, and as jealous as ever you can be, but I’m going to share some of it with you.”
“You aren’t! Not really? Then if you are, I will say you’re a brick!”
Flossie’s brow cleared, her shallow black eyes danced. She looked full at Nesta.