“Give her a spoon to play with, Larry, and pay some attention to me.”
Isabelle leaned across to her.
“I’m using him now,” she said.
“Do you know what Captain O’Leary calls you?” retorted Miss Devoe.
“No”—with great interest.
“A leprechaun.”
“It sounds naughty,” said Isabelle, turning reproachful eyes upon him; “is it?”
“Very,” he admitted.
“That is just his pet name for me. What does he call you?” she inquired of Miss Devoe.