“Well, go to bed and sleep well now,” said Miss Mason.
Pippa sighed again heavily.
“Good night, Aunt Oleeve, good night, Monsieur Barnabas.” She went away sorrowfully.
“Do you think she might come?” said Barnabas. “I’d take great care of her.”
“You’ll tire her out, and she’ll be a trouble to you,” said Miss Mason. She was hating the thought of parting with the child.
“Not a bit,” said Barnabas. “The question is, will you spare her?”
Miss Mason laughed.
“You’ve a genius for hitting the truth full on the head, Barnabas. I suppose I must. She’d adore it, and the open air life would be excellent for her.”
And so it was arranged. And the tour in the donkey-cart was to be fraught with a curious little incident which was to lead infinitely further than anyone could imagine.