When he had raised his hat, bade her good morning, she could but sit dumbly staring at him-questioning, incapable of speech.
It was Angela that answered his salutation: “Oh, why have you come here? You spoil everything.”
“Hook!” said Bob.
David asked: “What's hook?”
“Run away.”
“Why?”
“Because I tell you to.”
“Why?”
Bob exclaimed: “Hasn't mother told you not to say 'Why' like that? Run away and play. I want to speak to Miss Humfray.”
David swallowed the rising interrogation; substituted instead an observant poke: “Miss Humfray doesn't want to speak to you. She hates you.”