"I like the way your mouth looks when you read it"

"Roberta!" he called sternly. "What are you doing out here?"

"You will have to join the crowd," suggested Bobby when Percival
complained of not seeing her as often as he wished

"If you want to hold my hand, Mr. Hascombe, you are welcome to it"

He sat on a table swinging his feet in unison with a lot of other young
feet, while he sipped lemonade from the same glass as Bobby Boynton

"Isn't that the prettiest thing you ever saw?" she asked, glancing at
him over her shoulder

"It's quite worth while," he said, "getting a jab in the wrist, to have
you looking after me like this"

"I'm so sorry!" whispered Bobby, putting her arm impulsively around his
heaving shoulders

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THE HONORABLE PERCIVAL