"Don't worry, Miss Potterman," said Skippy with the manner of a Grand Duke. "Fellows do get rough sometimes, but I'll look after him."
Miss Potterman again laid her hand on his arm.
"Thank you."
She stayed but half an hour. The door closed. The birds fled from the windows and the daffodils retired under the carpet.
"Whew!" said Snorky explosively.
Skippy fell back on a chair and fanned himself.
"What's the use?" he said disconsolately.
"Women are our inferiors," said Snorky wickedly.
"What eyes!"
"Woman is like a harp—"