But I'll pay him out afterwards." With this thoroughly feminine decision she tumbled off the gate, raced across the orchard and, having paused a moment to regain breath and poise, appeared casually at the office door.

The office looked cool and empty; Bubble was not upon his official stool.

Perhaps, after all, he had not heard the whistles! Perhaps-- "What d'ye want ?" asked a gruff voice from behind the desk.
Ann jumped, and then tried to look as if she hadn't.
"I knew you were there!" she said.

"But just you wait till the doctor catches you at it!" Mounting the step she frowned across at Bubble who, in the doctor's favourite attitude, was reclining in the doctor's chair.
"I suppose you think you look like him, but you don't, nor act like him either.

If he was sitting there and a lady came in, he'd be up too quick for anything.