“I’ll see; I’ll speak to him to-day.”
Augusta glanced nervously round.
“Do you think it would be possible for you to bring them to our house? We live just outside Inverness Terrace, Bayswater. You could come by the Tube. I would meet you, and I’d bring you home. We have only three rooms, mother and I—a sort of flat at the top of the house. I come every day to this school because it is thought quite the best in London. It doesn’t take long by the Twopenny Tube. You have a station not far from your house. You could come, could you not?”
“I could come, of course.”
“Well then, let me see. Shall I meet you at four o’clock to-day just outside the Bayswater Station? I’ll be there when you come.”
The bell rang for us to return to school.
“I’ll come,” I said.
“I’ll have quite a nice tea for you—that is, if you care for food.”
“I do—I love it,” I said in a stout voice. Augusta did not smile. She went very gravely back to the school. She had forgotten me; she was a sort of female Professor. I certainly did not like her, and yet I would get her the tickets and go to her house. She was better than the Swans.
Agnes Swan came up to me when school was over.