Molly flung down the stocking she was darning.
"Oh, Denis!" she gasped, jumping up and knocking over her chair. "Oh—"
But Denis had subsided on to the old lounge, with his head buried in the cushion, and Molly realised she had been "had." She made a wild rush at him, K.K. joined in the fray, and Nell's model was gone.
"Pommel me as much as you like," cried he, weakly. "That's the third time to-day you've swallowed Aunt Kezia!"
"I should think she would be rather indigestible," opined Nell, putting in a few finishing touches. "Denis, what do you think of the way these chrysanthemums have faded? Only two days, and they cost half a crown!"
"I'll get you some more."
Nell looked thoughtful; she stubbed her paper viciously.
"I begin to fancy paupers oughtn't to indulge in flowers."
"Oh, Irish paupers ought," he declared airily.
The Atom arose, shook out her skirts, and proceeded to the door.