“Then I shall take the other, do you see? There!” continued the rascal, and opened his mouth for the second cherry with a smacking kiss on Cateau’s lips.
“I say, Jan!” said Madame Verstraeten indignantly.
“That Cateau! what a stupid girl!” cried Freddie laughing.
“I didn’t know what he was going to do,” declared Cateau; “that wretched boy!”
“Come, Toos, nonsense, you knew all about it!” teased Paul.
Cateau was in despair because Paul refused to believe her. [[180]]
And the brake rattled on along meadows full of fat grazing cattle, their hides of black and white glossy as satin, while the willows along the edges of the ditches waved their fans of silver-gray foliage from the summits of their gnarled stems.
“I think a willow is such a melancholy tree, don’t you, Georges?” asked Lili.
“Oh, Lili is getting poetic!” cried Etienne. “Come, Lili, an ode to the willow.”
“It seems I can’t say a thing but you must all laugh at me,” answered Lili pouting. “I must be very ridiculous?”