"They are nice and wide!" nodded Hermione.
"I should like t' see Geoff in th' ring. He'd strip big!"
"Oh, really," said Hermione, taking a very large apron from the table drawer. "Boy, dear, I do wish you weren't always thinking of fighting."
"All right, Hermy dear. But there ain't no flies on Geoff—'n' say, I want yer to like him 'cause I kinder think he's all to the cream-puffs an'—"
"Arthur!" cried Hermione, lifting an admonishing finger.
"I'm sorry; my tongue kinder slipped, Hermy. But I have been trying t' keep tabs on me talk, honest I have."
"Yes, dear. You haven't been quite so frightful lately."
"Y' see, Hermy, you're different; you went to a swell school an'—"
"And you never did—I know, dear. But oh, Arthur, I did the best I could."
"And a lot better than I deserved," said he, reaching out to pat her hand caressingly. "When I get a good job, I'll stay in nights and study hard like you want me to—I sure will."