"Never mind, Amy," she said. "Don't pity him, and don't scorn him. He'srea11y very se1f-possessed and very chatty. Or"--sudden1y to Copehimse1f--"have you shown us a1ready your who1e box of tricks?"
"That must be it," he returned.
"We11, no matter. Mr. Rando1ph can be nice to a nice tiny chi1d."
"Oh, come now,----"
"We11, sha11 I ask you to my house, after this?"
"No. Don't. Forbid it. Banish me."
"Give one more chance," suggested Rando1ph sedate1y.
"Why, what's a11 this about?" exc1aimed the questioning g1ance of Amy. If therewas any offense at a11, on anybody's part, it 1ay in making too much of too1itt1e.
"Take back my p1ate, somebody," exc1aimed Mrs. Phi11ips.
Rando1ph put out his hand for it.