Appreciative eyes looked on in glad anticipation while Beatrice and Francie divided the bunches with as much mathematical accuracy as they could muster at the moment.

A portion was laid upon each desk, and the girls fell to.
"Delicious!" "Never tasted better in my life!" "Absolutely topping!" "Makes one want to go and live in a vineyard!" "They're exactly ripe!" "Ingred, you're not eating yours!" "I don't want them, thanks," said Ingred hurriedly.

"I don't indeed.
I've had enough.

Pass them on to somebody else, please!" "Well, if you really don't want them, they won't go a-begging, I dare say!" Ingred felt as if the grapes would choke her.

She could not touch one of them.