"He doesn't mind me pinching him a bit!" she said proudly.
But she remembered her duty presently, and when Mr. Yovil was talking to Nell, down swooped Sheila Pat.
"It's not her turn! I think you'd better go and talk to the jingle lady now."
He went, meek as a lamb.
"Nell," said Denis, coming up to her a moment, "no, I won't answer any questions."
"But, Denis—"
"I'll tell you when we get home. I want you to be sweet to poor old Lancaster, Nell."
She blushed guiltily. "I'd like to, but he won't come near me, I'm afraid."
"I'll manage. Don't you want some sandwiches?"
"Awfully badly."