Ted Lancaster came next.
"Mayn't I pull your pig-tail?" he asked gently.
"'Tisn't any manners you English have got at all!" Sheila Pat retorted.
"Ah, that's all right. 'Pon my word, when I came in you looked so good, I was afraid I'd never be allowed to be rude to you again. May I hide that medicine bottle? I do hate medicine bottles. They carry me back to a sick room of my own."
She asked interestedly, "Were you 'lirious?"
"Rather!"
She sat forward, her face alight with eagerness
"Did you want a elephant and to go to Australia?"
"I don't know about the elephant. But I know I wanted to go to Australia, or anywhere else, so long as medicine bottles and beef-tea and thermometers didn't grow there."
She hesitated, her eyes never leaving his face.