Ronald was plainly afire with enthusiastic admiration of his hero; but
for once Margot refused to be infected.
"I'm not a worm!" she murmured resentfully. "Worm, indeed! I'm every
bit as good as he!"
For twenty yards she walked on in silence, tilting her chin in petulant
scorn. Then-"Do you remember the old story of Johnny-head-in-air, Ron?" she asked
mischievously. "He had a fall. A fall and a dousing! If he isn't very
careful, the same sad fate may await your wonderful Mr Elgood!"