The Mystery of the Vanished Prince #657693

“I haven’t liked these holidays one bit,” said Bets, dolefully, to Pip. “No Larry, no Daisy, no Fatty—a real waste of summer holidays!”
“Well, you’ve had me,” said Pip. “Haven’t I taken you for bike-rides and picnics and things?”
“Yes—but only because Mother said you were to,” said Bets, still gloomy. “I mean—you had to do it because Mother kept saying I’d be lonely. It was nice of you—but I did know you were doing it because it was your duty, or something like that.”
“I think you’re very ungrateful,” said Pip, in a huff.
Bets sighed. “There you are—in a huff again already, Pip! I do, do wish the others were here. It’s the first hols that every one but us have been away.”