Now four of them were closed, and the drawing-room was everybody's meeting place.

Dolly was there working a carpet-sweeper languidly.
"Where's everybody ?" he asked.
"I think Betty and Timmy are still in the scullery.

I don't know where Rosamund is." "I suppose _I_ can go into the scullery ?" She looked at him dubiously.

"Yes, if you'd like to--certainly.

Betty loves cooking and all that sort of thing.