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She cut up a lettuce before she could trust herself to speak and even ate a few shreds in her agitation. When she did speak her tone was motherly. "Hughie," she said, "they are charming little girls, for a summer day on the mountain. But we're in our autumn now, you and I, and for daily companionship I assure you you would get more satisfaction from Lynn or Muffie."
"All right," said Muffie, making a line for it, then calling back, just as a little sop to duty, "she said we weren't to, though." "Run up and ask her," said Lynn, a law-abiding little person so long as the iron did not enter her soul or body. Muffie dashed into Miss Bibby's bedroom after the briefest knock, and made her request.
At this question Paul began to revolve faster and faster on a downward journey simply to save herself the embarrassment of answering, and Lynn fell to writing a new sentence in her letter with great assiduity. But Muffie had no qualms. "She doesn't want to see you, and she said we could talk to you and she wasn't at home," she answered. "But she doesn't know yet who it is," objected Hugh.
You never feel naughty as long as this, do you, Muffie?" "Never," said Muffie stoutly. "Boys are so different," sighed Miss Bibby. "Well, let us have one more peep before I go," pleaded Kate. They tiptoed round to the verandah window again. But this time there was no sign whatever of the rebel though both doors were still locked on the outside.
"Well, see here, Max," said the helpless lady recognizing and bowing at last to the stronger will, "if I let you off the corner will you run in and kiss Muffie and Anna to show you are sorry?" No, Max would not kiss either Anna or Muffie. They were both "bad girls." "Very well, Max," said Miss Bibby, "you only leave me one resort. I shall shut you up until you are good."
"Oh, make her stop, Miss Bibby," implored Muffie; "she intrupts me dreadf'lly, and I'm in the middle of telling about the fat lady that rides on a bicycle." "Make her stop," said Max, she "intlups me worse. I'll never get my letter done."
She might pass a wagonette with scarlet fever convalescents herself any day. But what about the actual picnic? Muffie defines this word as eating nice things down a gully. Could we comfortably pass sandwiches to each other there at a distance of thirty feet?" "Knowing what a fidget Edith is I propose to make the distance several hundred feet," said Hugh.
Max, Muffie go into the bathroom instantly, please, and wash your hands," said Miss Bibby, as the children trooped in after their interview with Larkin. Dinner was spread in the dining-room as usual.
And further, it was necessary for Miss Bibby to see some figures about the garden. So the question was solved by drawing lots, which fell, greatly to the disgust of Pauline and Muffie, to Lynn and Max. "I know you'll go and spoil it all," said Pauline. "I could do it so much better." So Lynn was on her mettle and fought hard in Larkin's cause.
So Pauline stood guard at the waratahs, and Lynn and Anna prevented any more dodging at the bamboos, and Miss Bibby cut off the retreat to the house and Muffie worried him in the rear. Surely, surely by tactics like these they drove him right into a corner. Had there been a fence he would have shown fight a little longer by scrambling up it and continuing the chase on the other side.
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