"Are you?" She tried not to show the surprise she felt.
"While you're having it, we'll make Nanna a cup of tea with the water in the thermos there. But where's the milk?"
He saw her face from merry become sad. "I always save some milk for Josephine," she said. "I'll go and get it now. But we mustn't use it all; I must save some for that poor cat."
"You'll have to go a long way to give milk to Josephine," he observed.
She looked at him, startled, and going to the scullery door, glanced quickly at the corner where stood the now empty basket.
"Where is she?" she exclaimed—and her whole face lightened. "Oh, Godfrey, have you managed to hide her away?"
He nodded. "Yes, ever so many miles away, where no one will find her."
"What do you mean?" She could not conceal her astonishment—her astonishment and her intense relief.
"Timmy and I spirited her away," he went on, "to a cat's paradise where she's going to be kept under observation."
"Won't Dr. O'Farrell be very angry?"