“Poor Andrew,” said Fay. “I shall stay at home with you.”
“No,” said Phil, “that’s not fair. Fay’s always giving up for Andrew.”
“I don’t want anyone,” said Andrew, “I want to stay at home alone. I shall look over my butterflies, and find plenty to do.”
“I’ll stay at home with you, Andrew,” volunteered Di, to the surprise of all.
“You, Di,” cried the boys, “why, only as we came along in the train, you were saying that you’d give anything to see a real fair.”
“Was I?” said Di, “then I’ve grown wiser since then. Besides, though I haven’t actually got a headache, I feel as if one is coming.”
“What does that feel like,” asked Marygold, genuinely curious.
“Like wanting to be left to oneself and not worried by silly little girls,” was the very tart rejoinder.
“She’s werry cross, so perhaps the headache is getting ready,” said Marygold.
Faith, meanwhile, was asking if Ruth would not like to come. Without Di and Andrew, there would be lots of room in the van.