A glint of dry relish appeared in his eyes.

"George brought it home the other night.

He had on a pair of ragged old pants." "What on earth--" "He had traded his own breeches for the rat," said Roger placidly.
"No! Oh, father! Really!" And she sank back laughing on the lounge.
"His school report," said Roger, "was quite as bad as ever." "Of course it was," said Deborah.

And she spoke so sharply that her father glanced at her in surprise.

She was up again on one elbow, and there was an eager expression on her bright attractive face.