Gerald was very polite in handing her butter and cheese, and
pressing her to taste the bread and treacle.
"Bah! it is like sand in the mouth of a dryness! Is it possible this
pleases you?"
"No," said Gerald, "it is not possible, but it is not polite for boys to
make remarks about their food!"
She laughed, but there was no more dried bread and treacle for
supper after that.
"How do you do it?" Kathleen whispered admiringly as they said
good night.
"Oh, it's quite easy when you've once got a grownup to see what
you're after. You'll see, I shall drive her with a rein of darning
cotton after this."
Next morning Gerald got up early and gathered a little bunch of
pink carnations from a plant which he found hidden among the
marigolds. He tied it up with black cotton and laid it on
Mademoiselle's plate. She smiled and looked quite handsome as
she stuck the flowers in her belt.
"Do you think it's quite decent," Jimmy asked later "sort of bribing
people to let you do as you like with flowers and things and
passing them the salt?"
"It's not that," said Kathleen suddenly. "I know what Gerald means,
only I never think of the things in time myself. You see, if you
want grown-ups to be nice to you the least you can do is to be nice
to them and think of little things to please them. I never think of
any myself. Jerry does; that's why all the old ladies like him.
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