"I bet I know what this is leading up to," cried Bobby, accusingly.
"What?" asked Percival, catching his lip between his teeth and looking at her with devouring eyes.
"A medal!"
"Much more serious. As a matter of fact, the truth is, I've been trying to get a minute alone with you all day. There's something I want—"
"Oh, yes, I know. It's that Manchu coat. You want it to pack, of course. I'll get it now."
But his fingers held hers fast to the saucer.
"You stupid child! You don't understand. It's yours, everything I have is—"
"Oh, goody! Here's the rain!" cried Bobby. "Andy bet me ten pounds of candy it wouldn't come before night. Quick, let me put your cup under the chair. Don't bother about the cushions."
"But there's something I've got to say to you. You must listen to me!"
"I'll listen to anything you like in the music-room just so it isn't 'Tales from Hoffman.' Come, we'll have to hurry!"