“Well, I hope you’ll bring them.”
“My word! I will. Do you know, Norah, they think you’re no end of a brick?”
“Do they?” said Norah, much pleased. “Did they tell you?”
“They’re always telling me. Now, you go to bed, old girl.”
He rose and pulled her to her feet.
Norah put her arms round his neck—a very rare caress.
“Good night,” she said. “I—I do love you, Jimmy!”
Jim hugged her.
“Same here, old chap,” he said.
There was such scurrying in the early morning. Daylight revealed many things that had been overlooked in the packing overnight, and they had to be crammed in, somehow. Other things were remembered which had not been packed, and which must be found, and diligent hunt had to be made for them.