'We must take the train to Croydon,' said Anthea, 'and find Aunt
Emma.'
'Yes,' said Cyril, 'and precious pleased those Jevonses would be to
see us and our traps.'
Aunt Emma, indeed, was staying with some Jevonses--very prim
people. They were middle-aged and wore very smart blouses, and
they were fond of matinees and shopping, and they did not care
about children.
'I know MOTHER would be pleased to see us if we went back,' said
Jane.
'Yes, she would, but she'd think it was not right to show she was
pleased, because it's Bob's fault we're not met. Don't I know the
sort of thing?' said Cyril. 'Besides, we've no tin. No; we've got
enough for a growler among us, but not enough for tickets to the
New Forest. We must just go home. They won't be so savage when
they find we've really got home all right. You know auntie was
only going to take us home in a cab.'
'I believe we ought to go to Croydon,' Anthea insisted.
'Aunt Emma would be out to a dead cert,' said Robert. 'Those
Jevonses go to the theatre every afternoon, I believe. Besides,
there's the Phoenix at home, AND the carpet. I votes we call a
four-wheeled cabman.'
A four-wheeled cabman was called--his cab was one of the
old-fashioned kind with straw in the bottom--and he was asked by
Anthea to drive them very carefully to their address.
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