“We’ll give him Killaloe this afternoon, Geoff,” said Norah. “Come on, and we’ll show him the stables now.”
They bade au revoir to Mrs. Hunt and sauntered towards the stables. On the way appeared a form in a print frock, with flying cap and apron-strings.
“Did you want me, Katty?” Norah asked.
“There’s a tallygrum after coming, miss, on a bicycle. And the boy’s waiting.”
Norah knitted her brows over the sheet of flimsy paper.
“There’s no answer, Katty, tell the boy.” She turned to Garrett, laughing. “You’re not going to be our only guest for long. Dad says he’s bringing two people down to-night—Colonel and Mrs. West. Isn’t it exciting! I’ll have to leave you to Geoff while I go and talk to the housekeeper. Geoff, show Captain Garrett all the horses—Jones is at the stables.”
“Right!” said Geoffrey, bursting with importance. “Come along, Captain Garrett. I’ll let you pat my pony, if you like!”
Mrs. Atkins looked depressed at Norah’s information.
“Dear me! And dinner ordered for three!” she said sourly. “It makes a difference. And of course I really had not reckoned on more than you and Mr. Linton.”
“I can telephone for anything you want,” said Norah meekly.