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"I'll start in an' rustle up a job right away, Hermy!" said he, rising
and nodding grimly.
"Oh, boy," said she, looking up at him fondly, "I shall be so proud of
you. It wouldn't matter what it was, or how little you got at first, so
long as it was decent and honourable. And I'm sure you'll get on--Mr.
Geoffrey thinks so too."
"Does he? I'm glad o' that. Say, how d'ye like Geoff?"
"Oh--well, I've only seen him two or three times," said Hermione,
folding away her work preparatory to cooking supper.
"Is that all?" said Spike, smoothing out the paper and scowling at the
long columns headed "Help Wanted."
"Ye-es, I think so."
"But you an' him 's always meetin' on the stairs, ain't--aren't you?"
"You should say 'he and you', dear."
"Well--but aren't you?"
"We have met--once or twice."
"D'ye like him?"
"Well, he's so very--different! And rather lazy! And awfully sleepy! And
yet I don't think he's sleepy really, somehow."
"Sleepy?" exclaimed Spike. "Well, I guess not! Lazy I dunno, but he
sure is all to the wide-awake-o.


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