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Well,
say--for hungry folks you two are the limit!"
"'Man doth not live by bread alone,' boy; we were talking," said
Ravenslee, handing Hermione her plate.
"You said you liked milk and sugar, didn't you, Mr. Geoffrey?"
"Holy Gee!" murmured Spike.
"Milk and sugar, thank you," said Ravenslee, heedful of her deepened
colour.
"Geoff," enquired Spike gently, "if I was to hang on to that drumstick,
d' ye suppose you might be able to hack it off for me--some day?"
"My Arthur," said Ravenslee, plying knife and fork energetically, "'tis
done--behold it!"
"But surely," said Hermione, glancing up suddenly, "surely you
don't--like Mulligan's, Mr. Geoffrey?"
"Like it, Miss Hermione? I--abominate it!"
"Oh!"
"Say, Geoff," mourned Spike, "don't I get any stuffin' after all?"
"Mr. Geoffrey, I've been wondering how you and Arthur met--and where,
and--"
"Gee, Hermy!" Spike exclaimed, "you sure do talk! If you go on asking
poor old Geoff s' many questions, he'll forget t' serve himself this
week. Look at his plate!"
"Why, Mr.


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