He had
gloves in his pocket, but feared to show them to her, gloves being her
pet object of scorn.
After they had cleared off the table, Romeo strolled over to the window.
Five of the dogs were gathered about some small object and the yard was
littered with bits of white. Under his breath Romeo said something that
sounded like profanity, and Juliet pricked up her ears.
"What's the matter?" she demanded.
"I brought home some flowers," explained Romeo, carefully, for it was
written in the covenant that the twins should never, under any
circumstances, lie to each other, "and I must have dropped 'em. The dogs
have torn 'em to pieces, box and all."
Juliet clapped her hands gleefully. "I'm glad of it!"
"Why?" he asked quickly, with an uneasy sense that she was a mind-
reader.
"Because we've got so many dogs."
Romeo chose to take offence at the innocent remark and relapsed into
gloomy silence. Disdaining to speak, Juliet curled up on the decrepit
sofa with a book and the chocolates, and presently went to sleep.
"Fortune favours the brave," he quoted to himself, as he tiptoed into
the kitchen, cautiously closing the door.
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