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Geoffrey."
"I see so many on the stairs, Miss Hermione, and they are always small
and generally quaint."
"Hazel's got a game leg, Geoff," said Spike, "an' she hops around
on a little crutch. She told me yesterday she thought you was--I mean
were--a fairy prince, because you always bow an' tip your lid to her
when she says 'good morning.' So now she waits for you every morning,
Geoff--says it makes her feel like she was a real fairy princess in a
story-book. Sounds kind o' batty to me, though."
Hermione was standing on tiptoe endeavouring to reach a certain bottle
upon the top shelf where were ranged many others of various shapes and
sizes, when Ravenslee's big hand did it for her; but when she would have
taken it, he shook his head.
"I should like to go with you, if I may," he said, "to be--er--formally
introduced to the princess."
"But--" began Hermione, hesitating.
"Also I could carry the bottle for you."
"Why, if you will do all that--" she smiled.
"Thanks!" he answered, and putting the bottle in his pocket, he opened
the door.


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