CHAPTER 12Next morning when Susan Dean came down to breakfast she found Noel and Colin in consultation and obviously glad of her coming.
“Lydia doesn’t look at all well,” said Noel. “I tried to take her temperature but I can’t shake the wretched thing down, nor can Colin.”
He held up a clinical thermometer, saying that he had shaken it nearly to death with no result.
“It’s quite easy,” said Susan, giving the stubborn creature a flick of the wrist to which it immediately responded. “You need only know how to do it. I’ll go up and see her. Has she had any breakfast?”
Noel said he was just putting some on a tray.
“Not coffee and fish-cakes if she’s running a temperature,” said Susan. “Tea and toast. And some butter and honey in case she feels like them. You can bring them up in five minu
