"Bless you, child, there are plenty of cakes. Let Hippy have as many as he can eat."
"Vindicated," chuckled Hippy, between cakes, "and given full possession besides."
"I wouldn't be so greedy," sniffed Nora O'Malley.
"I'm so glad. I dislike greedy little girls," retorted Hippy patronizingly.
"Stop squabbling," interposed Grace. "Here we are on the eve of separation and yet you two are bickering as energetically as when you first caught sight of each other two weeks ago. Did you ever agree on any subject?"
"Let me see," said Hippy. "Did we, Nora?"
"Never," replied Nora emphatically.
"Then, let's begin now," suggested Hippy hopefully. "If you will agree always to agree with me I will agree—"
"Thank you, but I can't imagine myself as ever being so foolish," interrupted Nora loftily.
"She spoke the truth," said Hippy sadly. "We never can agree. It is better that we should part. Will you think of me, when I am gone? That is the burning question. Will you, won't you, can you, can't you remember me?" He beamed sentimentally on Nora, who beamed on him in return, at the same time making almost imperceptible signs to Grace to capture the plate of cakes, of which Hippy was still in possession. In his efforts to be impressive, Hippy had, for the moment, forgotten the cakes. But he was not to be caught napping. The instant Grace made a sly movement toward the plate it was whisked from under her fingers.