“I’m hungly,” he announced.
“Yes, yes—you had no breakfast, darling—Pauline, quickly, some arrowroot biscuits and a glass of milk.”
Anna herself brought in the little tray; she had a soft spot in her heart for this member of the black-hearted sex after all.
“I put cream on them for you, darling,” she said, and proffered the biscuits.
Max munched away. “I like cleam,” he said, licking it lovingly off one biscuit.
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“Well, I am thankful the insurrection is over and that discipline has been so firmly maintained,” said Kate with a twinkle in her eye.
Miss Bibby blushed.
“You are sorry, aren’t you, darling?” she said, feeling after her formula as a matter of duty.
Max nodded again.
“Say you are sorry, darling boy,” she whispered.