“He might mistake it for a Witches’ Sabbath,” said Henry, “and think we were making fun of Aunt V.”
“If Frid rode on you, I expect he would,” said Patch.
“Why?” asked Mike. “What do witches ride on, Daddy?”
Lord Charles gave his high-pitched laugh. Henry stared thoughtfully at Patch.
“If that wasn’t rude,” he said, “it would be almost funny.”
“Well, why not do a Witches’ Sabbath?” asked Stephen, “Uncle G. hates Aunt V. being a witch. I daresay it would be a great success. It would show we were on his side. We needn’t make it too obvious, you know. It would be a word charade. Ipswich for instance.”
“How would you do Ips?” asked Colin.
“Patch could waggle hers,” said Henry.
“You are beastly, Henry,” stormed Patch. “It’s foul of you to say I’m fat. Mummy!”
“Never mind, darling, it’s only puppy-fat. I think you’re just right.”