"I expect he'd better take care," returned the intrepid woman.
Georgie, as he often said, trusted Foljambe completely, which must
explain why he went into his drawing-room, shut the door, and looked
out of the window when the second cab arrived. She opened the door, put
her arms inside, and next moment emerged again with Tipsipoozie on the
end of the chain, making extravagant exhibitions of delight. Then to
Georgie's horror, the drawing-room door opened, and in came Tipsipoozie
without any chain at all. Rapidly sending a message of love in all
directions like a S. O. S. call, Georgie put a small chair in front of
him, to shield his legs. Tipsipoozie evidently thought it was a game,
and hid behind the sofa to rush out again from ambush.
"Just got snappy being tied to those golf-clubs," remarked Foljambe.
But Georgie, as he put some jam into his saucer, could not help
wondering whether the message of love had not done it.
He dined alone, for Hermy and Ursy did not appear, and had a great
polishing of his knick-knacks afterwards, while waiting for them. No
one ever felt anxious at the non-arrival of those sisters, for they
always turned up from their otter-hunting or their golf sooner or
later, chiefly later, in the highest spirits at the larks they had had,
with amazingly dirty hands and prodigious appetite. But when twelve
o'clock struck, he decided to give up all idea of their appearance that
night, and having given Tipsipoozie some more jam and a comfortable bed
in the woodshed, he went upstairs to his room.
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