Driven Back to Eden

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“They can’t be far away,” replied my wife, looking up from her preparations for supper. “Bobsey was here a moment ago. As soon as my back’s turned he’s out and away. I haven’t seen Merton since he brought his books from school, and I suppose Winnie is upstairs with the Daggetts.”

“I wish, my dear, you could keep the children at home more,” I said, a little petulantly.

“I wish you would go and find them for me now, and tomorrow take my place⁠—for just one day.”