“I will go,” said he; and it was settled.
An hour later Scarfe, Percy, Jeffreys, and Julius stood at the hall door ready to start.
“Where’s Raby, I say?” cried Percy; “she said she’d come.”
“I do not wish Raby to go.”
“Oh, look here, mother, as if we couldn’t look after her; eh, Scarfe?”
“It will be no pleasure without Miss Atherton,” said Scarfe.
“Can’t she come, father?” said Percy, adroitly appealing to Caesar.
“I really think it would be a pity she should miss the fun.”
“Huzzah! Raby, where are you? Look sharp! father says you can come, and we’re waiting!” cried Percy.
Raby, who had been watching the party rather wistfully, did not keep them long waiting.