'You will do as you are told,' said Mr. Crayshaw severely; 'come out at once.'
'I won't!' said the voice again.
'Perhaps he's frightened,' suggested Betty, peeping in under her cousin's arm. 'Godfrey dear, I'm your Aunt Elizabeth. Come and have your supper, dear, I am sure you're hungry.'
'I don't want my Aunt Elizabeth, nor my supper,' said the rebellious voice from the chaise. 'I am going to turn this carriage the other way, and the horses will take me to the ship, and the ship will take me home.'
'The horses will take you to the stable, sir,' said the exasperated Mr. Crayshaw, 'and you can stay there if you prefer it to obeying me.'
'They will take me to the ship,' said the child's voice inside.
'They will do nothing of the kind, because you are to come with me instantly,' said the gentleman, with his foot on the step.
He made a dive into the chaise, there was the sound of a scuffle, then the clear voice could be heard exclaiming:
'Bad man, you are to let me go.'
'I shall do nothing of the sort, sir.'