"I wish I was going to travel, rainy or not, I know that," grumbled Thorold. "Here we shall be mewed up in this stupid nursery all the afternoon with nothing to do."
"There's lots of things to do," said Baldwin. "I think I'll write a letter to mamma for one thing. And I want to tidy my treasure-box and——"
"You're a stupid," said Thorold. "You're too fat and slow to have any spirit in you."
"Now, Thorold, I say that's not fair," said Terry.
"Would it show spirit to grumble? You'd be down upon him if he did. There's no pleasing you."
"I know something that would please him," said Peggy, who was trembling between eagerness to tell and determination not to tell her "surprise."
"What?" said Thor, rather grumpily still.
"I'm not going to tell you till you come home. And it'll only be if it's a rainy afternoon," said Peggy.
Terence and Baldwin pricked up their ears.
"Oh, do tell us, Peg-top," they said.