O' course he likes sparrergrass--so do I--but
I make shift with pertatoes or cabbidge or carrots--an' so should he.
Come now, Hermy, you take a bunch o' carrots instead; carrots is healthy
an' cheap! Come now, is that sparrergrass to be carrots or not?"
"Ann, that asparagus is to be--asparagus!"
"Such wicked extravagance, an' all for that b'y. Hermy, I'm surprised at
ye!"
For a long moment after Mrs. Trapes had departed there was silence,
while Ravenslee sat gazing where Hermione stood busy at her pastry
again.
"Mr. Geoffrey," said she at last, "I want to thank you for watching over
my boy. Arthur told me how good you were to him while I was away. I want
you to know how grateful I am--"
"What beautiful hands you have, Hermione--and I shall dream of your
arms."
"My arms?" she repeated, staring.
"They're so--smooth and white--"
"Oh, that's flour!" said she, bending over the table.
"And so--round--"
"Oh, Mr. Geoffrey! Can't you find something else to talk about?"
"Why, of course," he answered, "there are your feet, so slender and
shapely--"
"In these frightful old shoes!" she added.
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