Cassowary did not kiss him. I heard her calmly wishing him a good sleep from the doorway.
Then Mr. Devering came, put his boy's bed outside and wishing him pleasant dreams went with his wife and Mr. Macdonald into the living room, where the three sang Canadian songs most cheerfully for an hour before going to bed.
The harmonious sound floated out of the house across the water and also up to the stables.
How animals love music when not too near them.
I could not stay long in my lilac quarters that night. My head was full of business and I fairly galloped to the Hackney pony's stall.
He must be told that his young master intended to run away from home that night, and he must be induced to concoct some plan with me by which we could keep him from carrying out his rash plan.
CHAPTER XXI A FLIGHT BY NIGHT
"Attaboy," I said as I stood behind him in his stall, "may I come in? I wish to whisper something in your ear."