And guess who."
It was a slightly Cockney voice, and it dripped with archness.
Like anyone else in the circumstances Brat disobeyed the injunction automatically. He looked round into the face of a girl of sixteen or so. She was a large, plumpish girl, with bright auburn hair and prominent blue eyes. The eyes were remarkable in that they managed to be at once avid and sleepy. As they met Brat's they almost popped out altogether.
"Oh!" said the girl, in a half-shriek. "I thought you were Simon. You're not!"
"No," agreed Brat, beginning to get to his feet.
But before he could move she had dropped to the grass beside him.
"My, you gave me a shock. I bet I know who you are. You're the long-lost brother, aren't you? You must be; you're so like Simon. That's who you are, isn't it?"
Brat said that it was.
"You even wear the same kind of clothes."
Brat said that they were Simon's clothes. "You know Simon?"