“But the boxes is packed, sir——”
“Send it away,” repeated Davy.
“No, no,” said Nelly; “we must go home to-night.”
“To-morrow morning,” shouted Davy, with a stamp of his foot and a laugh.
“But I have paid the bill,” said Nelly, “and everything is arranged, and we are all ready.”
“To-morrow morning,” thundered Davy, with another stamp of the foot and a peal of laughter.
And Davy had his way.
THE END.