Her face was flushed and her nixie eyes were dancing to the mischief she contemplated.
Get into the house, Nixie, you crazy pup; you've lost your walk.
"You mustn't let Nixie bother you; he'll try to be friendly," warned Tom.
Tom and Nixie departed, followed by praise from all the Wyndhams.
Tom—and Nixie, as a matter of course—were due at the apartment that afternoon.