The funny brother nodded.
“And the basket of shells?” asked the elder.
“Yes, she is making little boxes with them to sell,” said Jamie.
“I suppose I may have the privilege of buying some,” said Mr. Scantlebray, senior. “Oh, look at that brother of mine! How he is screwing his nose about! I say, old man, are you ill? Upon my life, I believe he is laughing.”
Presently Jamie got restless.
“Please, Mr. Scantlebray, may I get out? Ju will be frightened at my being away so long.”
“Poor Ju!” said Scantlebray, the elder. “But no—don’t you worry your mind about that. We passed Uncle Zachie, and he will tell her where you are, in good hands, or rather, nipped between most reliable knees—my brother’s and mine. Sit still. I can’t stop Juno; we’re going down-hill now, and if I stopped Juno she would fall. You must wait—wait till we get to Mrs. Polgrean’s.” Then, after chuckling-to himself, Scantlebray, senior, said: “Obadiah, old man, I wonder what Missie Ju is thinking? I wonder what she will say, eh?” Again he chuckled. “No place in your establishment for that party, eh?”
The outskirts of Wadebridge were reached.
“Now may I get out?” said Jamie.
“Bless my heart! Not yet. Wait for Mrs. Polgrean’s.”