"And the light is coming," said I.
CHAPTER XXVI
DIMBIE TAKES PETER AND AMELIA IN HAND
Peter and mother are here again, and Jane has been transferred to the bachelor's room.
Peter is gouty, irritable, chilly—for October is with us and giving us sharp little frosts—and sulphurous in his language.
Amelia wears a patient, stand-by-me-O-Lord air; and Dimbie is crossly resigned to the inevitable.
He came to me this morning.
"I am going to kick Peter."
"Yes," I agreed, drawing my blue nightingale, which mother has made me, more closely round my shoulders.