"You have. You've got 'em in your pocket."
And diving into Jaffery's jacket pocket, he produced the wash-leather gloves.
"There, Petronella," said he, "that's the end of the matinée performance."
Susan looked at him wide-eyed. "I'm not at all tired."
"Aren't you? Then don't let that big black dog there chase the little one."
He pointed with his finger and from behind the old yew arbour came the shrill clamour of a little dog in agony. It brought Barbara flying out of the house. Liosha followed leisurely. The yelping ceased. Mr. Ras Fendihook went to meet his hostess. Doria, Jaffery and I looked at one another in mutual and dismayed comprehension.
"Old pal," quoted Doria.
I glanced apprehensively across the strip of lawn. "I hope, for his sake, he's not calling Barbara 'old girl.'"
"He calls everybody funny names," Susan chimed in. "See what a lot he called me."
"Does your Royal Fairy Highness approve of him?" asked Jaffery.