ng?

Something kind about the trouble he had taken . . . and the motor
stopped at his aunt's gate.

* * * * * *

Uz was in the midst of a large bite of plum-cake when Eloquent
announced his errand. Uz hastily took another bite, and just as the
Kitten drew attention to her grandfather's tea he quietly opened the
door of the hall, shut it after him softly, did the same by the front
door, and hatless, coatless, and in his pumps--for his boots were
exceedingly dirty, and Nana had caught him and turned him back to
change before tea--he started down the drive at a good swinging run.
His wind was excellent, and he reached Miss Gallup's gate in about five
minutes. Only once had he stopped, when the piece of cake he was
carrying broke off short and dropped in the mud; he peered about for it
during some four seconds, then gave it up and ran on.

The lamp was lit in Miss Gallup's sitting-room, but the blind was not
pulled down. He looked in at the window and saw his brother lying on
the sofa under the eiderdown, opened the front door--no one ever locks
a door in Redmarley unless they go out, and then the key is always
under the scraper--and walked in.

"Hullo," said Buz; "isn't this rotten?"

"Little man's just come, so I did a bunk. I didn't wait to hear his
revelations about the lovely suffragette----"

"I don't believe he'll tell," Buz said; "he's not a bad little chap, he
wasn't a bit shirty, helped me out of those beastly clothes and never
said a word; took them with him too, so's they shouldn't be found here.
I say, by the way, tell Adele to get the jacket mended and I'll pay it
whenever I can get any money. I'm frightfully sorry about that--he cut
the sleeve right up to get my arm out. Who got the togs?"

"I don't know, he hadn't 'em when he came in----"

"Gave 'em to Fusby, I expect; he'll see they're properly
distributed----"

"What happened, did you have a lark?"

"He rose like anything," Buz chuckled delightedly. "Chuck us your
handkerchief, old chap, mine's in that coat--I'm only sorry for one
thing."

"What's that?"

"I told him if he wouldn't declare for Votes for Women he'd better put
up his shutters, and I know he thought I meant to rub it in about his
father's shop--I didn't, it would have been beastly; but I'm certain he
thought so by the way he flushed up. He's a game little beggar, he
wouldn't give in, or palaver or promise. . . . Hullo, here's two more