When he looks sleepiest, I guess he's
widest-awakest. And he ain't a--isn't a bad looker, is he?"
"He has nice eyes!" Hermione admitted.
"Oh, I don't mean his eyes!" quoth Spike disgustedly. "I mean his arms
an' legs an' shoulders."
"They are nice and wide!" nodded Hermione.
"I should like t' see Geoff in th' ring. He'd strip big!"
"Oh, really," said Hermione, taking a very large apron from the table
drawer. "Boy, dear, I do wish you weren't always thinking of fighting."
"All right, Hermy dear. But there ain't no flies on Geoff--'n' say, I
want yer to like him 'cause I kinder think he's all to the cream-puffs
an'--"
"Arthur!" cried Hermione, lifting an admonishing finger.
"I'm sorry; my tongue kinder slipped, Hermy. But I have been trying t'
keep tabs on me talk, honest I have."
"Yes, dear. You haven't been quite so frightful lately."
"Y' see, Hermy, you're different; you went to a swell school an'--"
"And you never did--I know, dear. But oh, Arthur, I did the best I
could."
"And a lot better than I deserved," said he, reaching out to pat her
hand caressingly.
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