‘I’ll take the tractor over to Jenny’s and phone him from there,’ she muttered. ‘They should be back.’ ‘You’ll do no such thing,’ Letty told her. ‘They’ll have found a football game or gone to the movies or chanced on something really interesting that only boys can understand. You didn’t tell them a get-home-by time, for which I’m grateful because it’s time we stopped mollycoddling our Scotty. Our Scott.’ Then she spoiled it by glancing at the clock. ‘But I hope Will’s fed him. And he didn’t take any painkillers. If his leg’s hurting…’ ‘See,’ Meg retorted and they both smiled, shamefaced. ‘Shortbread next,’ Letty declared, so they made a batch, and then another, and they were almost desperate enough to start a third when finally the car turned into the drive. Meg just happened to be looking out of the window when it did. ‘What on earth have they got on behind?’ she demanded, heading for the door. The dogs were flying down from the veranda.
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