"Yes. He came to Mark. Didn't you know?"
Becky had not known.
"Why did he leave Mr.—Dalton?"
"He and Georgie had a falling out about an omelette. I fancy it was a sort of comic opera climax. So Mark got a treasure and Georgie-Porgie lost one——"
"Georgie-Porgie?"
"Oh, I always call him that, and he hates it," Madge laughed at the memory.
"You did it to—tease him?" slowly.
"I did it because it was—true. You know the old nursery rhyme? Well, George is like that. There were always so many girls to be—kissed, and it was so easy to—run away——"
She said it lightly, with shrugged shoulders, but she did not look at Becky.