Philip looked at him in astonishment.
“Never mind, Phil,” said Frank. “Aunt Mary and I understand.”
“We are old friends,” said Mrs Inglis, smiling.
“I think he is very bold,” said his brother. “What if I were to insist on being invited in that persistent way?”
“That would be quite different,” said Frank. “You are a stranger. I was often here last winter. I am one of the children when I am here. Aunt Mary does not make a stranger of me.”
“But, Frank,” said Jessie, “David is away now on Sunday afternoon, and Violet and Jem. And, perhaps, mamma will let us all go, and go herself, if there are any more children.”
“Where?” asked Frank.
“At Sunday-school—down on Muddy Lane. Mr Caldwell’s Sunday-school.”
“Old Caldwell!” said Frank. “That’s the way, is it? How do you like it, Davie?”
“Sunday-school is not a new thing to us, you know,” said David.