Bob caught up the sifter, filled it to the brim, and came toward her, turning the handle as he approached.
"I say, this is great, isn't it?" he observed, so intent on the mechanism of the device that he did not notice the track of whiteness which he was leaving behind him. "It is like winding up a victrola."
Whistling a random strain from Faust he turned the handle faster.
"Oh, Bob!" burst out Delight. "Look what you're doing."
Obediently he looked but did not comprehend. Her slip of the tongue had banished every other idea from his mind.
"Say it again, please."
"What?"
"Say Bob again as you did just now."
"I—didn't know I did," faltered the girl. "I—I—forgot."
"Forgot."