“Well done!” said Mr. Linton, with approval. “Did they give you any bother?”
“Not a bit, Dad.”
“That’s right. But I’m afraid it’s going to be too dark for that bathe, Jean.”
“Can’t be helped,” said that lady, philosophically. “There are tubs!”
“And there’s tea!” said Wally, thankfully. “I don’t know which I want more at this moment.”
“I do, then,” said Norah, surveying him with critical eyes. “There isn’t a doubt!”
“Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
May read strange matters,”
quoted Mr. Linton, smiling. “Not fair to jibe at you, Wally, old man, when you earned your stripes in a good cause.”
Wally put his hand up to his face, where little runners of perspiration had made streaks in the grimy surface.