"Have you had your dinner?"
"Sure. We got something to eat before we left Prentice."
"Well, you'll have a cup of tea?"
"No, I won't have any, thanks."
"Ah," laughed Nora happily, "you're not a real Canadian yet, if you refuse a cup of tea when it's offered you. But do sit down and make yourself comfortable," she said, fairly pushing him into a chair.
"How are you getting along, Nora?" His manner was still a little constrained. They were both thinking of their last parting. But she, being a woman, could carry it off better.
"Oh, never mind about me," she said gayly. "Tell me all about yourself. How's Gertie? And what has brought you to this part of the world? And what's Reggie Hornby doing here? And is Thingamajig still with you; you know, the hired man?"—The word "other" almost slipped out.—"What was his name, Trotter, wasn't it? Oh, my dear, don't sit there like a stuffed pig, but answer my questions, or I'll shake you."
"My dear child, I can't answer fifteen questions all at once!"
"Oh, Eddie, I'm so glad to see you! You are a perfect duck to come and see me."
"Now let me get a word in edgeways."