So Baby sat behind the tea-thing and ate bread without butter, for she didn't feel hungry. And when Tiny looked at her, and pretended he hadn't, she looked back at him, quite kind and true.
And when Tiny saw that, he was so ashamed that he went worse than ever, and gobbled till everything was all gone: so that he really had something to grumble about now; which he did gladly.
Then Baby played music on the table behind the sugar-bowl; and she was rather white, and rather tired; and she said.
"Very sorry, Tiny. Shall I ring for more?"
So Tiny snapped,
"Yes. No. What you like."
And when he had said that, he wanted to say sorry so bad that he thought he would unless he left the room.
So he got up and went out quick for fear. And he put on his cap and his cane, and went out of the front-door, and down the path joggle with his knees to show don't-care-damb, which was quite a lie, because he did care a lot.
Then Baby came to the door, and peeped at his back; and water stood in Baby's eyes; and she said low,
"I'll tidy up, and have everything square by the time you get back, Tiny."