"B--b--but," he said uneasily, "but, Judy, whatever would he do with that kid for two mortal hours ?" "Mind him," Judy returned promptly.

"It's a pretty thing if a father can't mind his own child for two hours.

Afterwards, you see, when we've been to the Aquarium, we will come back and fetch him, and we can explain to Father how it was raining, and that we thought we'd better not take him with us for fear of rheumatism, and that we were in a hurry to catch the tram, and as he wasn't in his room we just put him on the bed till he came.

Why, Pip, it's beautifully simple!" Pip still looked uncomfortable.

"I don't like it, Fizz," he said again; "he'll be in a fearful wax." Judy gave him one exasperated look.