Flowers has dropped in--socially, I fancy."
"Mr. Who?" enquired Spike at the door, but beholding M'Ginnis's angry
face, he paused there, staring aghast. "Why--hello, Bud!" said he
nervously. "What's wrong?"
"Nothin' much--yet, Kid, only it's kinder lucky for this guy as you
happened in. Who is he? What's he doin' here?"
"He's only a friend o' mine, Bud, an' he's all right, 'n' say--"
"Tell him t' beat it."
"But y'see, Bud--"
"Tell him as we don't want his kind around here or--"
"Spike, did you bring in the butter?" enquired Ravenslee, serenely
unconscious of M'Ginnis.
"Yes, here it is, Geoff--but say--"
"It doesn't feel much," said Ravenslee, weighing the package in his
hand.
"It's half a pound. But say, here's Bud; he says you're to--"
"My, Spike, I'll trouble you for the butter-dish--thanks!" and turning
away, Ravenslee busied himself at the table, whistling softly the while.
"But, Geoff, this is Bud!" cried the lad, glancing from one to the other
in an agony of suspense. "Oh, don' ye know dis is Bud M'Ginnis?"
"Ah, still here, is he?" said Ravenslee, without looking round.
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