He flicked the General's cheek with his whip, gave Judy a nod, and
cantered off.

The children looked at each other with sparkling eyes.

"Coconuts," Pip said, "and tarts and toffee, and save the rest for
a football?" Judy shook her head. "Where do I come in?" she said.
"You'd keep the football at school. I vote pink jujubes, and icecreams,
and a wax doll."

"A wax grandmother!" Pip retorted; "you wouldn't be such a girl, I
hope." Then he added, with almost pious fervour, "Thank goodness
you've always hated dolls, Fizz."

Judy gave a sudden leap in her seat, almost upsetting the General,
and bringing down upon her head a storm of reproaches from the
coachman. "I know!" she said; "and we're almost halfway there
now. Oh--h--h! it will be lovely."

Pip urged her to explain herself.

"Bondi Aquarium--skating, boats, merry-go-round, switchback
threepence a go!" she returned succinctly.

"Good iron," Pip whispered softly, while he revolved the thing
in his mind. "There'd be something over, too, to get some tucker
with, and perhaps something for the football, too." Then his
brow clouded.

"There's the kid--whatever did you go bringing him for? Just