When Len and Janey came in from the yard that evening they found Nigel in the kitchen, sitting at the table scowling. His hair was damp on the temples, and his cheeks were flushed.
"Hullo, old man!" cried Janey, "when did you come in?"
He did not answer, but supplemented his scowl by a grin. It was characteristic of him to scowl and grin at the same time.
Len went up to his brother, and looked at him closely and rather sternly.
"What have you been up to?"
Still Nigel did not speak. Then suddenly he dropped his head, rolling it on his arms.
"Is he drunk?" whispered Janey.
"What d'you think?"
Len tried to pull up his brother's head, but Nigel growled and shook him off.
"Nigel!" cried Janey.