Titania uttered a little scream.
"Great heavens, Bob, I should die of it!"
Bob sat down and looked at her.
"He's not bad, granny, not half mean, oh, no, not at all!"
He had given Bob as much as he gave Miss Harriet Weekes about three days before.
"I rather like him," said Bob. "Pen thinks he's much improved since she put him in harness with the Frenchy. It touched her his going up in a balloon. I say, may I go up in a balloon? Rivaulx said I might."
"No!" screamed his grandmother. "Oh, Bob, you wouldn't?"
"I won't if you don't want me to," sighed Bob, "but it's a horrid disappointment. He says going up in one is jolly, and London underneath is ripping. If I don't, will you ask grandfather to give me another hunter?"
"Yes, of course," said poor Titania; "but what do you think about Penelope? Could you find out anything, Bob, if I let you go and stay with her?"
Bob's eyes gleamed.