"Please don't!" he said.
"But it--tickles!"
"Well, let it!"
"But--why should I?"
"For--Arthur's sake."
"Arthur's!" she laughed. "Oh, Mr. Geoffrey, as if he would ever notice!"
"Well, then, for the--er--turkey's sake!"
"The turkey!" she laughed. "I'm afraid I'm dreadfully untidy to sit down
at such a luxurious feast."
"Are you?"
"Well--am I not? Look at this poor old gown!"
"I'm afraid I didn't notice your--er--gown."
"What did I tell you, Hermy?" said Spike, entering with the teapot.
"Geoff ain't--I mean, isn't--that kind o' guy--I mean mutt--no, I mean
feller. Y' see, Geoff, a girl always thinks a feller's got his lamps--I
mean eyes--on their rags--clo'es, I mean. 'S' funny, ain't it? Gee, but
I'm hungry!"
"So am I!" said Hermione.
"So am I!" said Ravenslee.
"Why, then," quoth Spike, "I'll tell you what--let's all sit down and
eat! I guess I'm full o' brilliant ideas t'night, but this ain't no time
for talk--not with that turkey starin' us in the face, it ain't--isn't,
I mean. So quit chewin' d' rag an' let's chew d' turk' instead--an' Gee,
but that's some brilliant too, I guess!"
So down they sat, and while Hermione presided over the cups and saucers,
Ravenslee carved.
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