Hermie looked vaguely disturbed.
'Spoil me—do you spoil me? Surely I'm too big,' she said.
The man's heart leapt to his eyes.
'Wish I'd the chance,' he muttered.
'What did you say?' said Hermie.
'Nothing,' said Mortimer, and began to smoke furiously again.
'Morty,' said Floss, 'Morty, how many times does the littlest wheel turn while the big wheel turns once?'
'Thirteen,' Mortimer said recklessly.—'I hear your mother is coming home, Miss Cameron?'
'Yes,' sighed Hermie.
'This is surely very good news?'