“No, I don’t think he will. He’ll think the cricket somehow got itself into the box, and then the box locked itself.”
“that’s ridiculous. No box is going to lock itself.”
“Hmm, that’s a problem, I agree. So he will know it’s us. But I don’t think he will mind. He will be too happy to care, and he’ll throw his dead cricket away.”
We got down from the tree and ran towards the road. P was standing there by the gate.
Her lips were very pale,
but she grinned at us,
baring her white teeth in the process.
“Where have you two been? I’ve been waiting.”