"Not now," said Pen, "since we've quarrelled!"
"Rot!" said Bob. "You tell me who it is and I'll bring him along. But I'm glad it isn't Timothy, you know."
Timothy was now with Geordie in the other car.
"I can't tell you," said Pen.
"Then don't snivel, please," said Bob, crossly, "or I shall drive into something and kill the baby."
"Oh!" said Pen, "oh, please don't!"
"I think it's very hard lines," said Bob, "especially as Geordie and Tim know, and Miss Mackarness. If they know, I ought to."
"I had to tell them, Bob. Besides, they knew him," said the incautious Pen.
Bob's eyebrows lifted, and he drove rather fast down the next straight bit of road.
"I say," he said to himself, "I ought to make something of that."