“Or what may see us,” laughed Diana.
“Oh, don’t,” cried Andrew; “that’s too horrid.”
“Nonsense,” said Di. “There wouldn’t be much real courage wanted in the world, if people could always see exactly what sort of danger they were going to face. Why, you silly Andrew, anyone could win a page in the book of golden deeds at that rate.”
“But you don’t think, Di, that Mrs. Busson will be very angry?”
“Angry! why, she’ll go on her knees with gratitude,” cried Di.
“Will she really, do you think?”
“Go on her knees, I say, and so will Mr. Busson, and Libbie, and everyone in the whole place, I expect,” asserted Di, trying hard to make herself believe in the probability of this crowd of grateful genuflectors, who were to flock round Andrew and herself, with the opened room as their background. “They’ll be awfully grateful.”
“It’ll be a great score over the others,” said Andrew.
“Yes, won’t it,” said Di.
“It will be such a sell for Jack and Phil,” remarked Andrew further.