"There'd be something over, too, to get some tucker with, and perhaps something for the football, too." Then his brow clouded.
"There's the kid--whatever did you go bringing him for?
Just like a girl to spoil everything!" Judy looked nonplussed.
"I quite forgot him," she said, vexedly.

"Couldn't we leave him somewhere?
Couldn't we ask someone to take care of him while we go?
Oh, it would be TOO bad to have to give it up just because of him.

It's beginning to rain, too; we couldn't take him with us." They were at the foot of Barrack Hill now, and Pat told them they must get out and walk the rest of the way up, or he would never get the dogcart finished to take back that evening.
Pip tumbled out and took the General, all in a bunched-up heap, and Judy alighted carefully after him, the precious coat parcel in her arms.

And they walked up the asphalt hill to the gate leading to the officers' quarters in utter silence.
"Well ?" Pip said querulously, as they reached the top.

"Be quick; haven't you thought of anything ?" That levelling of brows, and pursing of lips, always meant deep and intricate calculation on his sister's part, as he knew full well.
"Yes," Judy said quietly.