Sheila Pat said never a word from the moment she entered the gallery to the moment she left it. She studied the paintings alone, her odd little face absorbed. But when they left the place, and saw Denis just coming towards them, she made a sudden, wild little run at him, and caught hold of his arm. He lifted her up.
"Take my hat off for me, asthore!"
It was rather a silent luncheon party at first, but Denis soon altered that.
Ted insisted on presenting them with a huge box of chocolates at the end of lunch.
"Now for two hansoms," he said, when they came out. "There's the horse for me!"
"Um," observed Denis, as the cab drew up, "don't think much of him. Forelegs a bit groggy. Hi! Here!" he shouted to another driver. "Now that's a cute little beast if you like!"
Ted preferred his own choice.
"Race you to No. 35!" Denis exclaimed. "Bet I beat you!"
"Done!"
Nell, the Atom, and Ted hurried into one hansom; Molly and Denis into the other.