“Yes,” said William, almost speechless with amazement. “Scoutin’ each other through the bushes an’ makin’ a fire, an’——”
But an expression of horror had overspread Georgie’s smug countenance.
“Oh, no,” he said firmly, “I don’t want to get my suit dirty.”
William recovered with an effort.
“Well,” he said at last, “what would you like to do?”
“Let’s go for a nice quiet walk, shall we?” said Georgie brightly.
So they went for a nice quiet walk—straight along the road to the village. William at first made an effort to fulfil his duties as host by pointing out the objects of interest of the neighbourhood.
“There’s a robin’s nest in that hedge,” he said.
“I know,” said Georgie.
“That’s Bunker’s Hill over there.”