were eating out of the same dish, and it would have been hard to decide which enjoyed it most.
So day after day passed away, and Benny kept putting off the promised visit to Brooklands. Mrs. Fisher was constantly reminding him of his promise, and yet every day he found some fresh excuse for staying away.
One afternoon, however, about a fortnight after the accident, he announced to Mrs. Fisher that he was going to pay his promised visit to the lions that afternoon.
"That's right, Benny; though I don't think from your own experience that you have any occasion to call the ladies lions," and Mrs. Fisher bent on him a knowing look.
"Right you are, mammy; I believe they are mostly angels after all, and perhaps those at Brooklands will be no exception to the rule."
"I'm sure they will be kind to you, Benny; so you had better be off and get ready."
Half an hour later he came into the sitting-room to Mrs. Fisher, dressed for his visit.
"Now, mammy," he said, "am I presentable?"
"Go away with you," she said, laughing, though casting at the same time an admiring look at the manly young fellow that stood before her, "you'll be as proud as a peacock soon."
"Right you are again. I feel the pride creeping up already. But now for a sight of the angels, so good bye." And off he started to pay a visit that was to be fraught with vastly more important issues than he had any conception of.
