And I hate
biscuits, and ginger makes me hot and ill--"
"Iller than you are already?" asked Maria, "because that means bed."
"Maria," he snapped angrily, "I'm not ill at all. If you go on saying
I'm ill, of course I shall get ill. I never felt better in my life."
Tim turned round like a top. "Then let's play hide-and-seek," he
cried. "Let's hide before Judy gets back, and she can come and never
find us!"
Cousin William suggested they were not enough to play that game, and
was of opinion that Aunt Emily might be invited too.
"Oh, no," Tim gave his decided verdict, "not women. They can't hide
properly. They bulge."
And at that moment Judy appeared in the doorway across the hall.
"It's coming," she cried. "I've ordered everything--hot milk and Bath
Olivers and preserved ginger and--"
Cousin William took the matter into his own hands then, for the
situation was growing desperate. "Look here," he suggested gravely,
yet without enthusiasm, "I'll take the milk and stuff upstairs when
I've got into bed, and meanwhile we'll do something else. I'm--that
is, my cold is too bad to play a game, but I'll tell you a story
about--er--about a tiger--if you like?" The last three words were
added as a question.
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