"Take my tip and give yourself a bit of a holiday before you go back," urged Mr. Hills.
"Just for a few days," pleaded Bella.
"To please us," said Mrs. Bradshaw. "Think 'ow George'll miss you."
"Lay hold of him and don't let him go," said Mr. Hills.
He took Mr. Kemp round the waist, and the laughing Bella and her mother each secured an arm. An appeal to Mr. Wright to secure his legs passed unheeded.
"We don't let you go till you promise," said Mrs. Bradshaw.
Mr. Kemp smiled and shook his head. "Promise?" said Bella.
"Well, well," said Mr. Kemp; "p'r'aps—"
"He must go back," shouted the alarmed Mr. Wright.
"Let him speak for himself," exclaimed Bella, indignantly.