“Thank you. Aren’t you going to dress up, Henry?”
Henry hung a pair of field-glasses round his neck. “I shall play it modern,” he muttered. “Colonel Sisera Blimp.” He drew a pair of fur-lined motoring gloves over his hands.
Frid came back with a long silver-plated skewer.
“Be careful how you muck about my head with that thing,” said Henry.
“I want a hammer.”
“Use your boot. Let’s get it over.”
“In you go, Robin and Patch. Take that rug and hold it like a tent. You too, twins. Say how beautiful I am,” ordered Frid, “and wonder if the day has been Sisera’s.”
Robin, Patch and the twins entered the drawing-room unnoticed. Their audience was sitting with its back to the door.
“We’ve begun,” said Patch loudly. “I wonder how the battle went. Dost thou know if the day is Sisera’s?”
“Nay,” said Stephen.