"All of us!" he cried.
"No."
"But you'll come, father?" He said it so anxiously that I was touched. It isn't always that a boy cares to lug his father.
"I should like to," I said, "but—no."
"Why not?"
"I cannot leave," I replied. "Jamieson's going. We can't both go."
"Oh, bother Jamieson!" Robin exclaimed. "What does he want to choose our year for? Why can't he wait till next?"
"It's his wife," I explained. "She's ill again. But you go, Robin, and take Letitia."
"When do we start?"
"In June."