And now he was here, he should really go straight to his attic room and spend time studying before dinner.
“You should have remembered that you were going to take us out,” complained Agnes, who was just a year or so younger than her brother.
“You promised,” added little Katy, who was almost but not quite the youngest.
Peter, the baby of the family, who had not long been able to walk, had nothing to utter but delighted cries of “Digby, Digby, Digby!”
And he threw his little arms around Digby’s knees, so there was absolutely no chance that he could escape and run upstairs to his room.
“We must go now,” Agnes said, with an anxious expression. “Or Nanny will chase after us to go to bed.”
The children stood in a line in front of him, gazing up with beseeching expressions and Digby put dow
