"Under sealed orders."
Little Miss Grouch made a swift signal to the approaching Englishman, and executed a silent maneuver.
"Count three," she directed breathlessly, "before you ask again or open your eyes."
"One—two—three," said the Tyro slowly. "Why?"
"Hanged if I know, my dear fellow," replied Lord Guenn, upon whose trim elegance the Tyro's discomfited vision rested.
Little Miss Grouch had vanished.
IX
Ninth day out.
Sixty days has September,
April, June and November.
From January until May
The rain it raineth every day.
All the rest have thirty-one
Without a single gleam of sun.
If any should have thirty-two,
They'd be dull and dirty, too!