"Here's something to make yourselves ill with on the way," he said, handing them two half-crowns; "but don't send me the doctor's bill." He flicked the General's cheek with his whip, gave Judy a nod, and cantered off.
The children looked at each other with sparkling eyes.
"Coconuts," Pip said, "and tarts and toffee, and save the rest for a football ?" Judy shook her head.

"Where do I come in ?" she said.
"You'd keep the football at school.

I vote pink jujubes, and icecreams, and a wax doll." "A wax grandmother!" Pip retorted; "you wouldn't be such a girl, I hope." Then he added, with almost pious fervour, "Thank goodness you've always hated dolls, Fizz." Judy gave a sudden leap in her seat, almost upsetting the General, and bringing down upon her head a storm of reproaches from the coachman.

"I know!" she said; "and we're almost halfway there now.

Oh--h--h! it will be lovely." Pip urged her to explain herself.
"Bondi Aquarium--skating, boats, merry-go-round, switchback threepence a go!" she returned succinctly.
"Good iron," Pip whispered softly, while he revolved the thing in his mind.