Frances Freeland loved him with her eyes, and said:
“Naughty boy!”
And Felix sat down on what appeared to be a window-seat.
“Well,” he said, with slight uneasiness, for she was hovering, “I think you're wonderful.”
Frances Freeland put away an impeachment that she evidently felt to be too soft.
“Oh! but it's all so simple, darling.” And Felix saw that she had something in her hand, and mind.
“This is my little electric brush. It'll do wonders with your hair. While you sit there, I'll just try it.”
A clicking and a whirring had begun to occur close to his ear, and something darted like a gadfly at his scalp.
“I came to tell you something serious, Mother.”
“Yes, darling; it'll be simply lovely to hear it; and you mustn't mind this, because it really is a first-rate thing—quite new.”