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"Do you all still think and talk about nothing but fishing?" "Come," said Jan, holding out her hand to Tony, "and we'll go and see about some breakfast for Daddie." William, who had been sniffing dubiously at the man in the chair, dashed after them. As they crossed the hall Tony remarked philosophically: "Daddie's got fever.
While she was doing this Meg and little Fay came round to the back to look for Tony, whom they found making toast. "Who's tum?" asked little Fay, while Jan rapidly explained the situation to Meg. "Your Daddie's come." Little Fay looked rather vague. "What sort of a Daddie?" she asked. "You take her to see him, Tony, and I'll finish the toast," said Jan, taking the fork out of his hand.
Hee-o, wee-o! hear the cricket chirrin', Hear auld Bawthrens by the ingle purrin', Christ us keep while daddie's gone a-huntin'! Hee-o, wee-o, bonnie Babie Buntin'! The winds and the waters our Father shall praise, The birds, beasts and fishes shall tell o' His ways. By seashore and mountain, by forest and ling, O come all ye people, and praise ye our King!
"No," said Pauline sadly, "they've gone to New Zealand, mamma got quite ill with nursing us, and daddie got it too, and he wouldn't come up here." Muffie giggled. "People's laugh 'cause daddie's got it," she volunteered. "But in New Zealand, you see," explained Pauline gravely, "no one will know him." Mrs. Gowan smiled a little as others had done.
He was fond of little Fay; he admired her good looks and her splendid health, but he didn't in the least desire her society just then. "Poor Daddie's tired," he said in his "saddest" tone. "I think you'd better go and play in the nursery with Tony." "No," said little Fay, "Tony's not zere; loo mus' play wis me. Or" she added as a happy alternative "loo can tell me sumfin instastin."
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