“Good-bye, darling, good-bye. Be a good boy, Jack, and do what Mary tells you.”
Catherine was bending over her two children in the hall, a light dust cloak round her, a white veil over her summer hat. Miss Gwen, looking a little pensive and inclined to weep, hugged her mother with a pair of very chubby arms. Master Jack was more militant, and inclined to insist upon his rights.
“Oh, I say, mother, I don’t call it fair!”
“You shall come next week, dear.”
“Gage says he’ll teach me to drive. I’ll come next week. You’ve promised now—you know.”
Catherine kissed him, and laughed like a young bride when her husband came up and lifted the youngster off his feet.
“Who wants to boss creation, eh?”
Master John clapped his heels together.
“It’s no fun with old Mary, father.”
“You must learn to be a philosopher, my man.”