“Does what, darling?” asked Kate.
“Oh, all this,” said Lydia, including nursery and babies in a sweep of her arm.
“It’s quite easy when they are One’s Own,” said Kate, whose loving placid nature appeared to thrive on Nurse’s afternoon off and was never happier than when she could get all three children under her wing.
Lydia made no answer and was obviously referring the question to herself for further consideration. Everard said he must be going now, and Kate said she must ring up Mrs. Birkett, so they all left the nursery whose waters at once closed over their heads.
At about half-past eleven Kate and Lydia were preparing to go across to the Headmaster’s House when Matron came in to report that doctor had been, and Peppercorn was only a rash.
“Not that rashes are to be wondered at, M
