Protests were sent and brought up to the Stronghold that evening. An abashed and blushing Sarah brought them, and an austere and angry Miss Kezia sent them.
Sheila Pat marched downstairs, and knocked at Herr Schmidt's door.
"Kom in!"
Sheila Pat went in. Her eyes were very bright, her pig-tail was very crooked.
"Herr Schmidt," she said, "please will you walk out with Aunt Kezia?"
Herr Schmidt's big face grew redder than its usual red wont. It chanced that he understood the meaning of "walking out."
"Ach!" he ejaculated.
Sheila Pat eyed him severely.
"Sarah says if you're walking out with a young man you must always go when he asks you to," she explained. Her voice rose, "Oh, Herr Schmidt, you could always ask Aunt Kezia when we want to get rid of her, and," impishly she glowed, "she could never say no!"
"I'm sorry—" he began.