Pen snuffled sadly.
"How can I when we've q-quarrelled?" she demanded.
"Then we'll start at once," said Bob. "I'll tell Miss Mackarness and Tim and all of 'em, and we'll get your car and mine and we'll go somewhere else."
"But where?" asked Pen.
"What rot!" said Bob. "You've got heaps of houses; any of 'em that are deserted. Upwell Castle will do."
"So it will," said Penelope, helplessly. "But we can't go to-day, Bob. Baby is always asleep at this hour. Can't it be to-morrow?"
Bob shook his head.
"It's very dangerous, with the bishop on our track," he said; "it's very dangerous. He's very determined, except in motor-cars. In motor-cars, going fast, he's not at all determined. But out of 'em he's a terror. I'd go to-day."
"No, no, to-morrow," said Penelope, weeping.
And Bob went away.