It isn't a Bunny Hug or Tango, or anything distracting for lookers-on.
Presently the luncheon-hour was over and Bunny had been carried off for his afternoon's outing.
For the moment she had forgotten Nelly's offences, and only remembered that she had been Bunny's friend.
He had sent home a beautiful mug of beaten silver for Bunny.
She was not going to see Bunny and his mother ...