almost uncannily clean and brushed; he was going to town for the day. Dropping into his chair, he pulled out his watch and put it beside his plate.
“I’ve just got twenty-five minutes,” he said. “You might go and see if the porridge is ready, Beryl?”
“Mother’s just gone for it,” said Beryl. She sat down at the table and poured out his tea.
“Thanks!” Stanley took a sip. “Hallo!” he said in an astonished voice, “you’ve forgotten the sugar.”
“Oh, sorry!” But even then Beryl didn’t help him; she pushed the basin across. What did this mean? As Stanley helped himself his blue eyes widened; they seemed to quiver. He shot a quick glance at his sister-in-law and leaned back.
“Nothing wrong, is there?” he asked carelessly, fingering his collar.
Beryl’s head was bent; she turned her plate in her fingers.
“Nothing,” said her light voice. Then she too looked up, and smiled at Stanley. “Why should there be?”
“O-oh! No reason at all as far as I know. I thought you seemed rather”
At that moment the door opened and the three little girls appeared, each carrying a porridge plate. They were dressed alike in
