'Come now, Kathie,' said Neville good-humouredly. 'I don't think really you need be so touchy.'
'I only did it to please you, Phil,' Kathie went on.
Philippa opened her eyes at this.
'To please me?' she repeated.
'Well, you know you said you were sure you'd find it if you were in the house, and I didn't want you to think I hadn't looked at all.'
'I didn't say I was sure I'd find it,' said Philippa. 'If I thought that, I'd ask Miss Clotilda's leave to look now I am in the house. But I have a very queer feeling that it is in the house; and last night—now don't laugh at me, Kathie—I had such a queer dream.'
'Do tell it to us,' said both Neville and Kathleen.
But Philippa was a little out of breath with climbing.
'Let's wait till we sit down to eat our dinner, and then I'll tell it you,' she said.
So they agreed to wait till then.