CHAPTER 24I picked up my coat that William had laid on the needle-point bench and put it on.
“Where are you going?” Sandy demanded. His big face looked as dismayed and long-eared as a spaniel’s when everyone appears to be departing with no provision made for him.
“I’m going to leave you people to a quiet day at home,” I said, “and see if I can manage the same.”
“Oh gosh, don’t go. That convoy of the Colonel’s gives me the creeps, and they’ll be steaming up any minute.”
“That’s just what I figured, darling,” I said, pleasantly.
“Come on, then,” he said. “Let’s both go and get a sandwich some place, and give Jerry and the old man a chance to smoke the pipe of peace before the m******e starts.”
“All right,” I said. I knew Colonel Primrose would see us go out, and if he wanted Sandy ther
