'Will you go a message for me?'
'With all the pleasure in life,' replies he, a slight misgiving crossing his mind as to how he will be received on his return after so prolonged a truancy.
'It is only just to run over to the Lambtons'.'
'The Lambtons'?'
'Yes—Peggy and Prue.'
'Of course, of course; but—but how am I to find them?'
'I thought you knew the way; I took you there last year. You cannot miss it; a hundred yards down the road'—(pointing)—'just outside the park; a little old red house. You cannot miss it.'
She is turning away back to her ricks and her reapers when he recalls her.
'But what am I to say when I get there?'
'Pooh?' she says, laughing; 'what a head I have! I forgot the message. Tell Peggy we are all coming down to-morrow afternoon, Sunday, as usual; and bid her have plenty of muffins for us.'