"I thought that I was always to be in on this act?" he exclaimed. And it
was true that he had fallen into the way of helping to wash up, turning
what had always been a very boresome task into what Timmy to himself
called "great fun" for while Radmore washed and dried the plates and
dishes, he told them funny things about some of his early experiences in
Australia.
"We've done quite well without you. We're nearly through," said Betty
merrily. Somehow she felt extraordinarily light-hearted to-day.
Her visitor--for very well she knew he was her visitor rather than
Timmy's--came a little nearer, and shut the scullery door behind him.
"Look here," he said mysteriously, "I want just us three to take a secret
expedition to-day. I think I've found my house of dreams! If you'll then
both run upstairs and put on your things, we could go there and be back
in quite good time for tea."
"For tea?" repeated Betty, startled. "But who would look after lunch?"
"There's plenty of delicious cold mutton in the house," said Radmore
decidedly. He added with a certain touch of cunning: "I did ask your
mother, Timmy, if she'd come too, but she can't leave the house this
morning: she's expecting a very important telephone message--something
to do with the garden.
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