“What is your favourite flower, Miss Cannon?”
William’s small head was craned round Robert’s arm.
“I’ve gotter garden. I’ve got Virginia Stock grow’n all over it. It grows up in no time. An’ must’erd ’n cress grows in no time, too. I like things what grow quick, don’t you? You get tired of waiting for the other sorts, don’t you?”
Robert rose desperately.
“Would you care to see the garden and green-houses, Miss Cannon?” he said.
“I’d love to,” said Miss Cannon.
With a threatening glare at William, Robert led the way to the garden. And William, all innocent animation, followed.
WILLIAM’S SMALL HEAD WAS CRANED ROUND ROBERT’S ARM. “I LIKE THINGS WHAT GROW QUICK, DON’T YOU?” HE SAID—ALL INNOCENT ANIMATION.