"Two lumps, please."
"Milk, Mr. Geoffrey?"
"Thank you!"
"Geoff," said Spike wearily, "I cracked that milk jug last night, but you don't have to sit starin' at it that way, an' me dyin' of hunger by inches!"
"My humble apologies!" said Ravenslee, wresting his gaze from a certain curl and fixing it upon the turkey again. "I'm a little—er—distracted to-night, it seems."
"Oh, Gee!" said Spike in a hopeless tone, "now Hermy's gone an' filled my cup with milk."
"Why, boy dear, so I have!" she confessed, with a rueful laugh, and her cheeks were very pink as she rectified her mistake.
"Are you distracted too, then?" demanded Spike.
"No, I—I don't think so—no, no—of course I'm not! I—I was just—thinking, that's all!"
"Not about tea, I reckon! Say, what's gettin' you two, anyway?"