Dick rose, taking the bundle carefully from his pocket.
"It's a curio—a relic. I'll show it you some day," he said, laying it in a corner of the rack.
"Not now?"
"Not now."
And then there came over his face an expression of mixed humour and triumph.
"By the bloomin' idol made of mud!" he cried, "you've given me the climax. It makes the story more moral than ever."
And he murmured, as if only for himself: "Which side, O Bud! Which side?"
A little later he put up both windows.
"It'll be awfully hot," said Amaryllis.
"Let's be absolutely silent for a bit," said Dick. "With our ears to the partition, we might hear something."