24/25 One can't blow one's nose in biscuit." "Come with us, Miss Knollys--do," says Tita coaxingly. I can't," says Margaret, who is a little troubled at heart. "Go, dear child, and feed the swans, and take care of her, Randy--take care of her." "I'll do my best," says Mr.Gower, with much solemnity; "but it's small--very small. As a rule, Miss Bolton takes care of me." Margaret gives him a last admonitory glance and turns away. |