“I should think you wouldn’t,” said Wally. “But she’s really quite human when she tucks her claws in.”
“Oh, my aunt!” said Jim, chuckling. “I’d give a month’s pay to have seen the footman chuck her under the chin!” They fell into convulsions of silent laughter.
From the passage, as they regained composure, came a broken melody, punctuated by the dull pounding on the floor. Miss de Lisle, on her knees, had become sentimental, and warbled as she rubbed.
“‘I do not ask for the heart of thy heart.’”
“Why wouldn’t you?” murmured Wally, with a rapt expression. “Any one who can make pikelets like you——”
“Be quiet, Wally,” grinned Jim. “She’ll hear you.”
“Not she—she’s too happy. Listen.”
“‘All that I a-a-sk for is all that may be,
All that thou ca-a-a-rest to give unto me!
I do not ask’”——
Crash! Bang! Splash!
“Heavens, what’s happened!” exclaimed Jim.