"I always expect people to." But at that moment a tragedy happened to Hennie.

He speared his pastry horn too hard, and it flew in two, and one half spilled on the table.
Ghastly affair! He turned crimson.

Even his ears flared, and one ashamed hand crept across the table to take what was left of the body away.
"You utter little beast!" said she.
Good heavens! I had to fly to the rescue.

I cried hastily, "Will you be abroad long ?" But she had already forgotten Hennie.

I was forgotten, too.