"I know, but it's a pity," I said. "Tom, do you know—oh, Tom, do you know?"
"What?" said Tom.
"Something so wonderful, I don't know if I should tell you, but mother didn't say I wasn't to. Tom, what should you say if we were to go away—a long way away in the railway?"
"I'd say it was vrezy nice," said Tom. "If it was all of us together, of course."
"Ah, but if it wasn't all of us—what would you say then?"
Tom stared at me.
"What do you mean, Audrey?" he said. "We always does go all away together, if we go away at all."
"Oh yes—going to the sea-side and like that. But I mean something quite different from that. Suppose, Tom, that you and me and Racey had to go away somewhere by ourselves, what would you think of that?"
Tom's dark eyes stared at me more puzzledly than before.
"Audrey," he said, "what can you mean?" He looked quite startled and frightened. "Audrey," he said, suddenly jumping out of bed, "I must get into your bed. I'm sure I won't catch cold, and I want to whisper to you."