“I think I’d better go and fix him up myself,” said Oliver. “A little conversation in his own language might be beneficial.”
“But isn’t he English?” asked Peggy.
“Born and bred in Wapping,” said Oliver.
He marched off across the lawn; and, could they have heard it, the friendly talk that he had with Chipmunk would have made the Saint and the Divines, and even the Crusader, Sir Guy de Chevenix, who were buried in the cathedral, turn in their tombs.
Doggie, watching the disappearing Chipmunk, Oliver’s knuckles in his neck, said:
“I think it monstrous of Oliver to bring such a disreputable creature down here.”
Said the Dean: “At any rate, it brings a certain excitement into our quiet surroundings.”
“They must be having the time of their lives in the Servants’ Hall,” said Peggy.