Alarm drummed in Mary's heart: fluttered upon her cheeks. She had
felt, as she told her George, so certain that from Bob she had now not
even acknowledgment to fear, that this deliberate intrusion set her
mind bounding into disordered apprehensions--stumbling among them,
terrified, out of breath.

When he had raised his hat, bade her good morning, she could but sit
dumbly staring at him-questioning, incapable of speech.

It was Angela that answered his salutation: "Oh, why _have_ you come
here? You spoil _everything_."

"Hook!" said Bob.

David asked: "What's hook?"

"Run away."

"Why?"

"Because I tell you to."

"Why?"

Bob exclaimed: "Hasn't mother told you not to say 'Why' like that? Run
away and play. I want to speak to Miss Humfray."

David swallowed the rising interrogation; substituted instead an
observant poke: "Miss Humfray doesn't want to speak to you. She hates