Tommy had a notion that certain whimsical little gods protected him in return for the sport he gave them, and he often kissed his hand to them when they came to the rescue.

He would have liked to kiss it now, but gave a grateful glance instead to the corner in the ceiling where they sat chuckling at him.

Grizel admired him at last.

Tra, la, la! What a dear girl she was! Into his manner there crept a certain masterfulness, and instead of resisting it she beamed.

Rum-ti-tum! "If you want to spoil me," he said lazily, "you will bring me that footstool to rest my heroic feet upon." She smiled and brought it.
She even brought a cushion for his heroic head.