seitwould.Comeon,Liza!'Inhiseagernessheclaspedherhand.
'Well,'sheremarked,lookingdown,'ifit'dspoilyour'oliday—.'
'Iwon'tgoifyoudon't—swopmebob,Iwon't!'heanswered.
'Well,ifIcome,itwon'tmeanthatI'mkeepin'companywithyou.'
'Na,itwon'tmeananythin'youdon'tlike.'
'Arright!'shesaid.
'You'llcome?'hecouldhardlybelieveher.
'Yus!'sheanswered,smilingalloverherface.
'You'reagoodsort,Liza!Isay,'Arry,Liza'scomin'!'heshouted.
'Liza?'Oorray!'shoutedHarry.
''S'atright,Liza?'calledSally.
AndLizafeelingquitejoyfulandlightofheartcalledback:
'Yus!'
''Oorray!'shoutedSallyinanswer.
'Thet'sright,Liza,'calledJimandhesmiledpleasantlyasshelookedathim.
'There'sjustroomforyoutwo'ere,'saidHarry,pointingtothevacantplacesbyhisside.
'Arright!'saidTom.
'Imustjestgoan'geta'atan'tellmother,'saidLiza.
'There'sjustthreeminutes.Bequick!'answeredTom,andasshescamperedoffashardasshecouldgo,heshoutedtothecoachman:''Old'ardthere'anotherpassengercomin'inaminute.'
'Arright,oldcock,'answeredthecoachman:'no'urry!'
Lizarushedintotheroom,andcalledtohermother,whowasstillasleep:
'Mother!mother!I'mgoingtoChingford!'
Thentearingoffherolddresssheslippedintohergorgeousvioletoneshekickedoffheroldraggedshoesandputonhernewboots.Shebrushedherhairdownandrapidlygaveherfringeatwirlandatwist—itwasluckilystillmoderatelyincurlfromthepreviousSaturday—andputtingonherblackhatwithallthefeathers,sherushedalongthestreet,andscramblingupthebrakestepsfellpantingonTom'slap.
Thecoachmancrackedhiswhip,thetrumpetertootledhishorn,andwithacryandacheerfromtheoccupants,thebrakeclattereddowntheroad.