Flukey thrust up a reproving finger which stopped the oath.
"Flea!" he cautioned.
"I were only goin' to say, Flukey," said Flea humbly, "that ye be the best kid in all the world. Don't tell anybody what I said about my Prince."
She went out quickly.
With her hand upon her heart, Flea halted before the library. She knew that Horace was there; for she could hear the rustling of papers. At her timid knock, he bade her enter. Her tongue clove so closely to the roof of her mouth that for a minute she could not speak. She held out her fingers, and Horace took them in his. His face whitened at her touch; but he gazed steadily at her.
"You've—you've something to say to me, Fledra—sweetheart?"
The hope in his voice rang out clearly. Fledra nodded.
"What?"