“Yes, I give in,” she said. “I’m not brave enough not to. But I don’t know what Douglas will say.”
“I’ll attend to Douglas,” said Mr. Linton cheerfully. “Now, how soon can you come?” He frowned severely. “There’s to be no question of house-cleaning here—I’ll put in people to do that. You’ll have your husband to nurse next week, and I won’t have you tiring yourself out beforehand. So you have only to pack.”
“Look, Mrs. Hunt,” Norah was flushed with another brilliant idea. “Let us take the babies down to-day—I’m sure they will come with me. Then you and Eva will have nothing to do but pack up your things.”
“Oh, I couldn’t——” Mrs. Hunt began.
“Ah yes, you could.” She turned to the children. “Geoff, will you all come with my Daddy and me and get the cottage ready for Mother?”
Geoffrey hesitated.
“Would you come soon, Mother?”
“I—I believe if I had nothing else to do I could leave the flat to-morrow,” Mrs. Hunt said, submitting. “Would you all be happy, Geoff?—and very good?”
“Yes, if you’d hurry up and come. You’ll be a good kid, Alison, won’t you?”
“’Ess,” said Alison. “Will I see tsickens?”