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218 Miss Mapp gave a happy little laugh, and having made a further plan, switched away from the subject of captains and insults with alacrity.

“Look!” she said. “I found these little rosebuds in flower still, though it is the end of November. Such brave little darlings, aren’t they? One for your button-hole, Major Benjy? And then I must do my little shoppings or Withers will scold me&#8203;—&#8203;Withers is so severe with me, keeps me in such order! If you are going into the town, will you take me with you? I will put on my hat.”

Requests for the present were certainly commands, and two minutes later they set forth. Luck, as usual, befriended ability, for there was Puffin at his door, itching for the Major’s return (else they would miss the tram); and lo! there came stepping along Miss Mapp in her blue-trimmed cloak, and the Major attired as for marriage&#8203;—&#8203;top-hat, frock-coat and button-hole. She did not look at Puffin and cut him; she did not seem (with the deceptiveness of appearances) to see him at all, so eager and agreeable was her conversation with her companion. The Major, so Puffin thought, attempted to give him some sort of dazed and hunted glance; but he could not be certain even of that, so swiftly had it to be transformed into a genial interest in what Miss Mapp was saying, and Puffin stared open-mouthed after them, for they were terrible as an army with banners. Then Diva, trundling swiftly out of the fish-shop, came, as well she might, to a dead halt, observing this absolutely inexplicable phenomenon.

“Good morning, Diva darling,” said Miss Mapp. “Major Benjy and I are doing our little shopping together. So kind of him, isn’t it? and very naughty of me to