from the threshold of Number 300 Eaton Place by five kids and their nannas, who were beginning almost to fear that Uncle Phil had forgotten to call for 'em.
"It is only Aunty Cathy that forgets," said Marge, who, considering that at present she is only five, has excellent powers of observation. "Uncle Phil never forgets nothink."
Shrill cheers greeted the idle, rich young fellow. Blow, blow thy whistle, Butler. Let us have another taxi up at once. Marge and Timothy and Alice Clara in taxi the first with Uncle Phil; Nannas Helen and Lucy with Dick and the Babe in taxi the second.
"Must be at Drury Lane," said Uncle Phil to Messieurs les Chauffeurs, "before the risin' of the curtain at one-thirty."
Those grim evil-doers nodded darkly, and away they tootle-tootled round the corner into the Buckingham Palace Road. One fourteen, said the gold hunting repeater. Bar accidents, we shall do it on our heads.
"Oh, Uncle Phil," said Marge, "we've forgotten Daddy."
"Comin' on from the city," said Uncle Phil.
