Their irresponsible fun was at end. Canterton set the child down just as the thin primrose-coloured figure came to one of the open French windows.
“James, Mrs. Brocklebank has come back with me. Where is Miss Vance?”
Lynette replied for Miss Vance.
“She had a headache, mother.”
“I might have inferred something of the kind. Look at the front of your dress, Lynette.”
“Yes, mother.”
“What have you been doing? And you have got a great hole in your left stocking, over the knee.”
“Yes, mother, so I have.”
“Lynette, how often have I told you——”
Mrs. Brocklebank or no Mrs. Brocklebank, Canterton interposed quietly in Lynette’s defence.