"Oh, I'm not at all hungry.

Take them away." He offered them to Hennie.

Hennie gave me a swift look--it must have been satisfactory--for he took a chocolate cream, a coffee eclair, a meringue stuffed with chestnut and a tiny horn filled with fresh strawberries.

She could hardly bear to watch him.

But just as the boy swerved away she held up her plate.
"Oh well, give me one," said she.
The silver tongs dropped one, two, three--and a cherry tartlet.