"I—I wasn't hungry, I guess," said Spike, frowning down at the paper. But Hermione was beside him, her cool fingers caressing his curls.
"Boy, dear—what is it?"
"Say, Hermy, where'd you get them roses?" and he nodded to the flowers she had set among her shining hair.
"Oh, Mr. Geoffrey brought them."
"Been here, has he?"
"Yes, he came in with Ann this morning—why?"
"Did he—did he stay long?"
"N-o, I don't think so—why?"
"Comes round here pretty often, don't he?"
"Why, you see, he's your friend, dear, and we are very near neighbours."