“Never mind Geoff—he’s only a small boy,” Mrs. Hunt said.
“Isn’t a small boy!” protested Michael furiously. “Daddy said I was ’normous.”
“So you are, best-beloved,” laughed Norah, catching him up. “Now the submarine commander has on clean clothes, and you’d better get ready to go on duty.” Geoffrey dashed back to the bath with a shout of defiance to the airship, and the destruction of the Ark proceeded gaily.
“There!” said Mrs. Hunt, putting Geoffrey’s garments into a tub. “It’s just as well to have them washed, but I really don’t think there’s any need to worry.”
“I don’t think you need, indeed!” said Norah, laughing, as a medley of sound came from the bathroom.
It was an “off” day for Norah. With Miss de Lisle she had potted and preserved every variety of food that would lend itself to such treatment, and now the working season was almost over. For the first time the Home for Tired People had not many inmates, owing to the fact that leave had been stopped for several men at the Front who had arranged to spend their holiday at Homewood. They had with them an elderly colonel and his wife; Harry Trevor and another Australian; a silent Major who played golf every hour of daylight, and read golf literature during the other part of the day; and a couple of sappers, on final leave after recovering from wounds. To-day the Colonel and his wife had gone up to London; the others, with the exception of Major Mackay, who, as usual, might be seen afar upon the links, had gone with Mr. Linton to a sale where he hoped to secure some unusually desirable pigs; the sappers, happy in ignorance, promised themselves much enjoyment in driving them home. Left alone, therefore, Norah had gone for the day to Mrs. Hunt, ostensibly to improve her French and needlework, but in reality to play with the babies. Just how much the Hunt babies had helped her only Norah herself knew.
“I’m asked to a festivity the day after to-morrow,” Mrs. Hunt said that afternoon. They were having tea in the pleasant sitting-room of the cottage; sounds from the kitchen indicated that Eva was giving her celebrated performance of a grizzly bear for the benefit of the children. The performance always ended with a hunt, and with the slaying of the quarry by Geoffrey, after which the bear expired with lingering and unpleasant details. “Douglas’s Colonel is in London on leave, and he and his wife have asked me to dine and go to a theatre afterwards. It would mean staying in London that night, of course.”
“So of course you’ll go?”
“I should love to go,” Mrs. Hunt admitted. “It would be jolly in itself, and then I should hear something about Douglas; and all he ever tells me about himself might be put on a field postcard. If the babies are quite well, Norah, do you think you would mind taking charge?”
Norah laughed. She had occasionally come to sleep at the cottage during a brief absence on Mrs. Hunt’s part, and liked nothing better.