"It's Daffy, mother," said Rom.
"Oh, Rom!" said Daffy.
Mr. Pope paused, and looked with a warning eye over his left spectacle-glass at Rom.
"Don't creak your chair, Rom," he said, "when your mother tells you."
"I was not creaking my chair," said Rom.
"I heard it," said Mr. Pope, suavely.
"It was Daffy."
"Your mother does not think so," said Mr. Pope.
"Oh, all right! I'll sit on the ground," said Rom, crimson to the roots of her hair.
"Me too," said Daffy. "I'd rather."