'You didn't say how-do-you-do to me,' said Cecil, with the air of one who makes a useful discovery.
'What?'
'Why, she went to you the minute I threw the pillow.'
'That was just to save me from being dead. It isn't a proper how-do-you-do when she doesn't hug you.'
'I'll hug you when I go.'
But a better plan than that occurred to Cecil. He flung down the covers with the decision of one called to set about some urgent business.
'Cecil! I simply won't have you catching cold!'
Before the words were out of Miss Levering's mouth he had tumbled out of bed and leapt into her lap. He clasped his arms round her neck with an air of rapturous devotion, but what he said was—
'Go on 'bout the alligator.'