"How's that for a bit of freshness ?" he murmured.
"What was ?" Miss Morgan asked.
"That queer-looking duck waving his hand at me like that.

Except he's the Sharon girls' uncle I don't know him from Adam." "You don't need to," she said.

"He wasn't waving his hand to you: he meant me." "Oh, he did ?" George was not mollified by the explanation.

"Everybody seems to mean you! You certainly do seem to've been pretty busy this week you've been here!" She pressed her bouquet to her face again, and laughed into it, not displeased.

She made no other comment, and for another period neither spoke.