“No, I won’t be spared,” protested the boy.
“As for a wretched little hole like this Othello Cottage——” said Scantlebray. “But, by the bye, you have never shown me over the house. How many rooms are there in it, Generalissimo of His Majesty’s Forces!”
“There’s my bedroom there,” said Jamie.
“Yes; and that door leads to your sister’s?”
“Yes. And there’s the kitchen.”
“And up-stairs!”
“There’s no up-stairs.”
“Now, you are very clever—clever. By Ginger, you must be to be Commander-in-chief; but ’pon my word, I can’t believe that. No up-stairs. There must be up-stairs.”
“No, there’s not.”
“But by Jimminy! with such a roof as this house has got, and a little round window in the gable. There must be an up-stairs.”