"I will, if you wish it, Maureen."
"It's all settled about Uncle Pat now, so you can stay," said Maureen.
"Then I will stay for one night," answered Dominic. "What is the name of the hotel, Mrs. Faithful?"
"I will send one of my men with your things there, my boy," said Jane Faithful. "You can come back here again to dinner. We dine at two."
"I think I will go with the man at once," said Dominic. "I am tired and dirty. We travelled right through, and the way was long."
"The hotel is called the Rose and Honeysuckle," said Mrs. Faithful. "Ring that bell three times, Dominic."
Dominic obeyed. One of the grooms appeared. He was given brief directions, and the man and the boy started off to the Rose and Honeysuckle, the man wheeling Dominic's little suitcase on his barrow.
He was much taken by the Irish lad.
"And now, please, tell me everything," said Maureen to the headmistress. "Where are they? how are they?"
"Oh, Maureen, my darling, you are barely in time. I have only bad news for you—bad news! Poor little Daisy is most dangerously ill. We went the wrong way to work with them both."