“Most of it’s locked up.”
“Locked up?”
“Because people steal daddy’s things.”
“Lynette!”
“I’m very busy, Admiral, but I can give you ten minutes.”
The sailor’s eyes twinkled, but Gertrude Canterton was angry.
“Lynette, go and show Admiral Mirlees all the garden.”
“My dear Mrs. Canterton, I am quite sure that your daughter is telling the truth. She must be in great demand, and I shall be grateful for ten minutes.”
Lynette’s eyes began to brighten to the big playful child in him.
“Lord Admiral, I think you must look so nice in a cocked hat. I’ve left Miss Eve, you see. She’s been away, and she’s my great friend.”