But Annabel’s pillow was wet!
CHAPTER XX
“I HAVEN’T forgotten Blue Lady; I haven’t forgotten, please, Miss Margaret, Miss,” and Tommy turned over sleepily in bed, then wakened, yawned, rubbed his eyes and sat upright.
“What sort o’ weather, Daddy?” he demanded. “Is’t sun an’ fine?”
It was.
Tommy then called down to Mammy in the kitchen, pleading to be dressed at once, so as to be ready when the gingle came. Mammy got out his brown jersey suit.
“Miss Margaret said old clothes, Mammy, so I shan’t wear ’e.”
“You’ll do they no harm, and you’ll just wear ’em.”