Miss Honey fled after the General, who, though he was obliged to wear whalebone braces in his shoes on account of youth and a waddling and undeveloped gait, scattered over the ground with the elusive clumsiness of a young duckling. Brother blushed, but scorned to desert his troop.
"He's awfully little, you know—he doesn't mean to steal," he explained.
"Twenty-two months," Caroline added, "and he does go so fast." She smiled doubtfully at the lady, who selected a cake covered with chocolate and looked at the young man.
"Don't forget that Mr. Walbridge wants to use the car at six," she said, "and you have to allow for that bad hill."
He looked a little uncomfortable. "Don't you want to speak to the children, Tina, dear?" he asked, dropping his voice; he sat very close to her.
"They have both spoken directly to you, you see, and children feel that so—not being noticed. They're trying to apologize to you for the cake."
She bit her lip and turned to Miss Honey,
