The Little Warrior

Chapter 78

Wally waved his fork.

"As Heaven is my witness... . Look at my hair! Still damp! And I can show you the towel."

"Well, then, I"ll bet it was the hot water. Why weren"t you at Mrs Peagrim"s party last night?"

"It would take too long to explain all my reasons, but one of them was that I wasn"t invited. How did it go off?"

"Splendidly. Freddie"s engaged!"

Wally lowered his coffee cup.

"Engaged! You don"t mean what is sometimes slangily called bethrothed?"

"I do. He"s engaged to Nelly Bryant. Nelly told me all about it when she got home last night. It seems that Freddie said to her "What ho!"

and she said "You bet!" and Freddie said "Pip pip!" and the thing was settled." Jill bubbled. "Freddie wants to go into vaudeville with her!"

"No! The Juggling Rookes? Or Rooke and Bryant, the cross-talk team, a thoroughly refined act, swell dressers on and off?"

"I don"t know. But it doesn"t matter. Nelly is domestic. She"s going to have a little home in the country, where she can grow chickens and pigs."

""Father"s in the pigstye, you can tell him by his hat," eh?"

"Yes. They will be very happy. Freddie will be a father to her parrot."

Wally"s cheerfulness diminished a trifle. The contemplation of Freddie"s enviable lot brought with it the inevitable contrast with his own. A little home in the country ... Oh, well!

2.

There was a pause. Jill was looking a little grave.

"Wally!"

"Yes?"

She turned her face away, for there was a gleam of mischief in her eyes which she did not wish him to observe.

"Derek was at the party!"

Wally had been about to b.u.t.ter a piece of toast. The b.u.t.ter, jerked from the knife by the convulsive start which he gave, popped up in a semi-circle and plumped onto the tablecloth. He recovered himself quickly.

"Sorry!" he said. "You mustn"t mind that. They want me to be second-string for the "Boosting the b.u.t.ter" event at the next Olympic Games, and I"m practising all the time... . Underhill was there, eh?"

"Yes."

"You met him?"

"Yes."

Derek fiddled with his knife.

"Did he come over ... I mean ... had he come specially to see you?"

"Yes."

"I see."

There was another pause.

"He wants to marry you?"

"He said he wanted to marry me."

Wally got up and went to the window. Jill could smile safely now, and she did, but her voice was still grave.

"What ought I to do, Wally? I thought I would ask you, as you are such a friend."

Wally spoke without turning.

"You ought to marry him, of course."

"You think so?"

"You ought to marry him, of course," said Wally doggedly. "You love him, and the fact that he came all the way to America must mean that he still loves you. Marry him!"

"But ..." Jill hesitated. "You see, there"s a difficulty."

"What difficulty?"

"Well ... it was something I said to him just before he went away.

I said something that made it a little difficult."

Wally continued to inspect the roofs below.

"What did you say?"

"Well ... it was something ... something that I don"t believe he liked ... something that may interfere with his marrying me."

"What did you say?"

"I told him I was going to marry _you!_"

Wally spun round. At the same time he leaped in the air. The effect of the combination of movements was to cause him to stagger across the room and, after two or three impromptu dance steps which would have interested Mrs Peagrim, to clutch at the mantelpiece to save himself from falling. Jill watched him with quiet approval.

"Why, that"s wonderful, Wally! Is that another of your morning exercises? If Freddie does go into vaudeville, you ought to get him to let you join the troupe."

Wally was blinking at her from the mantelpiece.

"Jill!"

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