"So that's how you welcome me, telling me to get out almost as soon as I have come! Very well, I am going."
"Off with you, then!" replied the other, falling into the vein of badinage as easily as a billiard ball into a pocket. "Patwallop, along with you. I don't care. Hi! come back."
"What is it?" inquired Miss Grimshaw, now at the door, with her hand on the door handle.
"I want to tell you somethin'."
"Well?"
"I want to whisper it."
Miss Grimshaw came to the couch.
"Bend down closer."
She bent. Two small arms flung themselves tentaclewise round her neck, and she was nearly deafened by a "Boo!" in her ear, followed and apologised for by a moist and warm-hearted kiss.