"Why, Ranny, it sounds almost too good to be true!"
"I know it does. That's why sometimes I think I'll be had over it yet. I say to myself Granville looks jolly innocent, but he'll score off me, you bet, before he's done."
"He does look innocent," said Winny.
He did. (And how Winny took it in!)
"That's what tickles me," said Ranny. "Sometimes, when I come home of a evening and find him still sittin' there, cockin' his little eyes as if he was goin' to have a game with me, it comes over me that he's up to something, and—what do you think I do?"
"I don't know, Ranny." She almost whispered it.
"I burst out laughin' in his face."
"How can you?" She was treating Granville as he did, exactly as if it was alive.
"Well—you see how comical he is."
"Yes. I see it." (Of course she saw it.) "Still—there's something about him all the same."