"Try not to cry any more, or you will have such a headache," said Nellie soothingly.
"I should not have thought," remarked George, "that tomatoes were worth crying about anyhow."
"All the information was there, but rather too condensed," explained Nellie. "Mr. Taverner discovered in one of his glass-houses—"
"Oh, no, Nellie, you are silly, child. It was at a garden party."
"You begin breakfast, and let me tell Mr. Drake in my own rambling fashion," said Nellie, coaxing the lady into her cushioned chair, then slipping into her own place behind the tea tray. "Mr. Taverner discovered his foreman had cultivated a particularly fine tomato plant unawares, and he made up his mind it was a new species, so he means to introduce it to the market under the name of Emmie Lee."
"He's full of dirty little tricks like that," George grumbled.
"And she's the great-grandchild of a clergyman, so there cannot be anything wrong with the family," sobbed Miss Yard.
"You must stop crying at once," said Nellie sternly.
"My dear, I will cry and be happy."
"The truth of the matter is, Percy has got a young woman?" George suggested.