They felt that her presence would be difficult to explain to their parents. Dejectedly, they returned to the barn.
“I’ll go an’ see if I can see anyone looking for her,” said William.
“Get down on your hands and knees and let me ride on your back,” shouted Lady Barbara. Ginger wearily obeyed.
William went out to the road and looked up it and down. There was no one there, except a man walking in the direction of the Grange. He smiled at the expression on William’s face.
“Hello!” he said, “feeling sick, or lost something?”
“We kidnapped a kid,” said William disconsolately, “an’ we cudn’t get any money for her, an’ we can’t get rid of her.”
The man threw back his head and laughed.
“Awkward!” he said, “by Jove—jolly awkward! I suppose you’ll have to take her home.”
He was no use.
William turned back to the barn. Lady Barbara was riding round the barn on Ginger’s back.