style="font-size:15px;"> ‘Really!’ said Lord Charles mildly. ‘Does Robin, who I must say looks delightful, enjoy a public dissection of her charms?’
‘Yes,’ said Roberta. ‘From the family, I do.’
‘Of course she does,’ shouted Patch dealing Roberta a violent buffet across the shoulders.
‘What do you think of me?’ asked Frid, striking an attitude. ‘Aren’t I quite, quite lovely?’
‘Don’t tell her she is,’ said Colin. ‘The girl’s a nymphomaniac.’
‘Darling!’ murmured Lady Charles.
‘My dear Colin,’ said his father, ‘it really would be a good idea if you stick to the words you understand.’
‘Well,’ Frid reasoned, ‘you may thank your lucky stars I am so lovely. After all, looks go a long way on the stage. I may have to keep you all, and in the near future, too.’
‘Apropos,’ said Henry, ‘I fancy there’s a bum downstairs, chaps.’
‘Oh no!’ cried the Lampreys.
‘The signs are ominous. I told Stamford you were out, Daddy.’
‘Then I suppose I’d better stay in,’ muttered Lord Charles. ‘Who can it be this time? Not Smith & Weekly’s again, surely? I wrote them an admirable letter explaining that –’
‘Circumstances over which we had no control,’ suggested Stephen.
‘I put it better than that, Stephen.’
‘Mike,’ said Lady Charles, ‘be an angel and run out on the landing. If you see a little man –’
‘In a bowler,’ said Henry and Frid.
‘Yes, of course in a bowler. If you see him, don’t say anything but just come and tell Mummy, darling, will you?’
‘Right oh,’ said Mike politely. ‘Is he a bum, Mummy?’
‘We think so but it’s nothing to worry about. Do hurry, Mikey, darling.’
Mike grinned disarmingly and began to hop out of the room on one leg.
‘I can hop for miles,’ he said.
‘Well, run quietly for a change.’
Mike gave a Red-Indian call and began to crawl out. The twins rose in a menacing fashion. He uttered a shrill yelp and ran.
‘Isn’t he Heaven?’ Lady Charles asked Roberta.
‘There’s the lift!’ Colin ejaculated.
‘It’ll only be Mike t-taking a run down and up,’ said Stephen. ‘I understand that Mike’s playing with the lift is rather unpopular.’
‘I bet it’s the bum,’ said Colin. ‘Has Baskett been warned? I mean he may just lavishly show him in.’
‘If Baskett doesn’t know a bailiff’s man,’ said Lord Charles warmly, ‘after having lived with us for fifteen years, he is a stupider fellow than I take him for.’
‘There’s the bell!’ cried Lady Charles.
‘It’s all right,’ said Henry. ‘It’ll only be Robin’s luggage.’
‘Thank Heaven! Robin, darling, you’d like to see your room, wouldn’t you? Frid, darling, show Robin her room. It’s too tiny and absurd, darling, but you won’t mind, will you? Actually it was meant for a hall, but Mike and Patch turned it into a sort of railway station, so we’re delighted to have it made sane again. I really must dress myself but I can’t resist waiting to hear the worst about the bum.’
‘Here’s Mike,’ said Frid.
Mike came back, still hopping on one leg, and singing:
‘Hallelujah, I’m a bum!
Hallelujah, bum again!
Hallelujah, give us a hand up to –’
‘Shut up,’ said Stephen and Colin. ‘What do you mean? Is he there?’
‘Nope,’ whispered Mike. ‘Only her luggage.’
‘Don’t say “her”,’ said Stephen.
Mike began to hop up and down in front of the twins singing:
‘Two, two the lily white boys
Clothed all in green, oh.’
Colin took him by the shoulders and Stephen seized his heels. They swung him to and fro and flung him, screaming with pleasure, on the sofa.
‘Lily white boys!’ yelled Mike. ‘I bet she doesn’t know which is which. Do you?’ He looked engagingly at Roberta.
‘Do you – Robin?’
The twins turned to her, and raised their eyebrows.
‘Do you?’ they asked.
‘I do when you speak,’ said Roberta.
‘I hardly stammer at all, now,’ said Stephen.
‘I know, but your voices are different, Stephen. And even if you didn’t speak I’d only have to look behind your ears.’
‘Oh,’ said Mike, ‘it’s not fair. She knows the secret. Stephen’s old mole. Old moledy Stephen doesn’t wash behind his ears, yah, yah, yah!’
‘Let’s go to your room,’ said Frid. ‘Mike’s turning mad dog, and the scare seems to be over.’
II
Roberta liked her room which was in 26. As Lady Charles had told her it was really the entrance hall but a heavy curtain had been hung across it making a passage, through which the others would have to go to reach the real passage and their bedrooms. Frid showed her the rest of 26 which was all bedrooms with Nanny Burnaby living in the ex-kitchen where she could make the cups of Ovaltine that she still forced the Lampreys to drink before they went to bed. Nanny was sitting by the electric stove which she had converted into a sort of bureau. Her hair had turned much greyer. Her face was netted over with lines as if, thought Roberta, each good or ill deed of the young Lampreys had left its sign on that one face alone. She had been playing patience and received Roberta exactly as if four days instead of four years had gone by since their last meeting.
‘Nanny,’ said Frid, ‘things are gloomy. We’re up the spout again and there’s liable to be a bum at any moment.’
‘Some folk will do anything,’ said Nanny darkly.
‘Well, I know, but
