“Well, Cran?”
“See here, Willie, did you really write to dad?”
It was an eager question, spoken in a low tone.
“I certainly did, Cran.”
Cranny’s eyes snapped; the aggressive tilt of his jaw became more in evidence.
“And what did you say?”
“Oh,—an awful lot. But you’re a good chap, after all. I’m—I’m——”
“Sorry?” snapped Cranny, with a dreadful frown.
“No; going to see if there’s anything more to eat.”
Willie thereupon ended the unsatisfactory conversation by hurrying away.