"Thoddy," said Marjorie, following up the dressing-bag with the hold-all. "Lend a hand." "Stow it, Toupee," said Theodore, and caught the hold-all in time. In another moment Marjorie was out of the train, had done the swift kissing proper to the occasion, and rolled a hand over Toupee's head--Toupee, who, after a passionate lunge at a particularly savoury drover from the next compartment, was now frantically trying to indicate that Marjorie was the one human being he had ever cared for. Brother and sister were both sketching out the state of affairs at Buryhamstreet Vicarage in rapid competitive jerks, each eager to tell things first--and the whole party moved confusedly towards the station exit. Things pelted into Marjorie's mind. "We've got an old donkey-cart. I thought we shouldn't get here--ever.... Madge, we can go up the church tower whenever we like, only old Daffy won't let me shin up the flagstaff. It's _perfectly_ safe--you couldn't fall off if you tried.... Had positively to get out at the level crossing and _pull_ him over.... There's a sort of moat in the garden.... You never saw such furniture, Madge! And the study! It's hung with texts, and stuffed with books about the Scarlet Woman.... Piano's rather good, it's a Broadwood.... The Dad's got a war on about the tennis net. Oh, frightful! You'll see. It won't keep up. He's had a letter kept waiting by the _Times_ for a fortnight, and it's a terror at breakfast. Says the motor people have used influence to silence him. Says that's a game two can play at.... Old Sid got herself upset stuffing windfalls. Rather a sell for old Sid, considering how refined she's getting...." There was a brief lull as the party got into the waiting governess cart. Toupee, after a preliminary refusal to enter, made a determined attempt on the best seat, from which he would be able to bark in a persistent, official manner at anything that passed. That suppressed, and Theodore's proposal to drive refused, they were able to start, and attention was concentrated upon Daffy's negotiation of the station approach. Marjorie turned on her brother with a smile of warm affection. "How are you, old Theodore?" "I'm all right, old Madge." "Mummy?" "Every one's all right," said Theodore; "if it wasn't for that damned infernal net----" "Ssssh!" cried both sisters together. "_He_ says it," said Theodore. Both sisters conveyed a grave and relentless disapproval. "Pretty bit of road," said Marjorie. "I like that little house at the corner." A pause and the eyes of the sisters met. "_He's_ here," said Daffy. Marjorie affected ignorance. "Who's here?" "_Il vostro senior Miraculoso_." "Just as though a fellow couldn't understand your kiddy little Italian," said Theodore, pulling Toupee's ear. "Oh well, I thought he might be," said Marjorie, regardless of her brother. "Oh!" said Daffy. "I didn't know----"