Tommy grinned expansively.
"I expect the pater didn't know what it was," he said.
"But I did."
"You—you never told him?" in an anxious voice.
"No."
Tommy sighed.
"The pater does hate a chap being greedy, you see, and—those strawbobs were so awfully good. I couldn't help it—an' father thought I'd got a—intestinal chill, I think he said."
Tommy gave a passing moment to remembrance. Then he jumped up.
"I'm quite dry again," he said, looking down at me. "So I guess I'll hop in."