"Not so much noise then.—Who hauls down the flag to-night?"
"Billie."
"Billie stand by. The rest of you dismiss, but don't go far—'Evening, Richards——"
The trap drew up in front of the house. Tim held the horse's head, Tony stood among the bags. The leavetaking began.
Amory and Cosimo were going to Cumberland for the rest of the summer. They would have liked to go to Norway, but the money would no longer run to it. They seemed a little shy of one another. They had been at the Brear a fortnight, and had had the little room over the porch. The twins were remaining behind for the present. Dorothy had said they would be no trouble. This was entirely untrue. They were more trouble than all the rest put together. Corin, near the schoolroom window, was wrangling with an eight years old Woodgate now.
"They do, there! On Hampstead Heath! I've seen them, an' they've hats, an' waterbottles, an' broomsticks!"
"Pooh, broomsticks! My father has a big elephant-gun!"
"Well ... mine goes to great big Meetings, an' says 'Hear hear!'"
"My father's in India!"
"Well, so was mine!"