Valchester had already taken a seat and possessed himself of Jaquelina's worn poetry volume. He immediately became lost in its pages.
Walter Earle groaned.
"What has the book-worm got hold of now?" he inquired.
Violet moved a little nearer—near enough to look over at the open volume.
"Favorite poems by favorite authors," she replied.
"Is that your daily reading?" asked Walter of Jaquelina.
"Yes," she admitted.
"Are you fond of poetry?" Violet asked her.
"Yes," she said again, demurely.