“It wasn’t the question of the height of the wall, but my dignity,” returned Barnabas. “What would I have looked like if I’d been caught?”
“Funny,” smiled Pippa, her eyes dancing with amusement.
“I’ve no desire to look funny,” said Barnabas. “Toss me over that bottle of cider, like a good child, and look out for flying corks. I do my best, but this weather makes the stuff too fizzy for anything.”
Pippa tossed the bottle and retired gravely behind Barnabas while he manipulated the cork. Then she returned to her seat near him.
“I do wonder what’s inside,” she said.
“Cider,” said Barnabas, pouring it into a glass.
“Not the bottle, méchant, the wall,” announced Pippa.
“Oh, the wall! I don’t know; nothing, I daresay.”
“An Ogre,” said Aurora. She and Alan and Dan had been too busy feeding to enter into the conversation before.
Pippa elevated her chin. “Je ne suis pas une bébé, moi. I know, but quite well, vere are no Ogres.”