cry, Hermy--" "Oh, I'm not crying, dear," said Hermione, lifting her
head. "See, I haven't shed a tear! But I must find Arthur. I couldn't
rest or sleep; I should lie listening for his step. So you see, dear, I
must go out and find him!" Hereupon, with swift, dexterous fingers,
Hermione straightened the very neat hat which the embrace of Mrs. Trapes
had rendered