"A mere whin, I said!"
"Never you mind," said Herbert ominously. "You'll proba'ly find out some day when you aren't expectin' to!"
Undeniably, Florence was somewhat impressed: she replaced the magnifying-glass upon the table and picked up the notebook.
"You lay that down, too," said Herbert instantly.
"Oh, maybe it's somep'n you're 'shamed to——"
"Go on and read it, then," he said, suddenly changing his mind, for he was confident that she would find matter here that might cause her to appreciate at least a little of her own inferiority.
"'Nots'," Florence began. "'Nots'——"
"Notes!" he corrected her fiercely.
"'Notes'," she read. "'Notes on our inseck friends. The spidder——'"