"I say!" he cried, "you must have some too, or I shall feel greedy!" And there they sat, like two children, contentedly munching and swinging their legs.
"I shall call you Marjory," said Jack, between two bites.
"They all do," answered Marjolaine, with her mouth full.
"Do they?" asked Jack ferociously. "Who?"
Marjolaine waved her cake at the Walk in general. "Oh—the neighbours."
"Impudence!" growled Jack. But he recovered quickly. "I say! Isn't this delightful?"
"It's very strange. Do you know, you are the first young man I 've ever spoken to, in all my life?"
Jack's eyes expressed his joy. "No!—that's first-rate!"
Marjolaine stared at him with astonishment. "Why?"
"Oh, I don't know. I hate young men."