'Now come and tell me what you think about baby,' cried Bessie.
'Will he do? Don't pay any attention to my husband; he's a vulgar
man!'
Jane stepped forward.
'I'm sure he looks very nice, Mrs. Byass.'
'Of course he does, bless him! Sam, get your coat on, and brush your
hat, and let Miss Snowdon teach you how to behave yourself. Well,
we're going to leave the house in your care, Jane. We shall be back
_some time_ to-morrow night, but goodness knows when. Don't you sit
up for us.'
'You know where to wire to if there's a fire breaks out in the back
kitchen,' observed Samuel facetiously. 'If you hear footsteps in the
passage at half-past two to-morrow morning don't trouble to come
down; wait till daylight to see whether they've carried off the
dresser.'
Bessie screamed with laughter.
'What a fool you are, Sam! If you don't mind, you'll be making Jane
laugh. You're sure you'll be home before dark to-morrow, Jane?'
'Oh, quite sure. Mr. Kirkwood says there's a train gets to Liverpool
Street about seven, and grandfather thought that would suit us.'
'You'll be here before eight then. Do see that your fire's out
before you leave.
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