Poppy's eyes were trained to look out for danger signals in the eyes of boys, for Poppy, according to those lights of hers, was honest.

If she knew the secret of the world, she would not have told it to Ricky-ticky; he was much too young.

Men, in Poppy's code of morality, were different.

But this amazing, dreamy, interrogative look was not the sort of thing that Poppy was accustomed to, and for once in her life Poppy felt shy.
"I say, Rickets, there goes a quarter to twelve.

_Did_ I wake him out of his little sleep ?" Poppy talked as much to the canary as to Rickets, which made it all quite proper.