back. Harry stood in the doorway with a rather shame-faced smile.
"Good God!" exclaimed the Bishop. "Harry!" Then he put his arms around him and kissed him.
I threw a triumphant glance at Margery. It hadn't hurt the Bishop at all to forgive Harry.
"It was all the doing of these kids," Harry was saying, "if they hadn't cleared the way, I'd never have dared. John engineered everything. As a diplomat he's a pocket marvel."
He and Margery gave each other a very funny look. I should like to have heard their later conversation.
"They're good boys," said the Bishop, with an arm still around Harry, "capital boys, and if their governess will let them come to dinner tomorrow we'll have a sort of party, and talk everything over. I think cook would make a blackberry pudding. Will you arrange it Margery? Just now I want—" He said no more, but he and Harry gripped hands.
Margery herded us gently into the hall, and gave us each two chocolate bars.
Going home under the first pale stars, we were three rollicking blades indeed. We no longer held hands, but we hooked arms, and swaggered and we did not ring the bell till the last vestige of chocolate was gone.
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