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Ignoring Benat's offer to buy a drink for the hobbit lads, Marigold jumped up and cried out: "I will, I will!" And then, never minding if anyone laughed at her or not, she turned to Falco Headstrong with shining eyes, as he blushingly pulled her back down into her chair. "Oh, Mr. Headstrong, won't you help me buy a drink for them? Oh, Mr. Headstrong! Why don't you get out your whistle and play with them?"
Falco blushed, and pretended embarrassment, but it was not difficult to see that the colour on his cheeks was from excitement and pleasure. He looked towards the lads for a moment, and then he shook his head. "Maybe it would be nice, Marigold, my girl, but your father's whistle is in my room."
"I'll go get it," she said eagerly, and began to jump up again, but he caught her and again pulled her into her chair.
"No, no, you'll not be going anywhere," he said. "After that tumble from the horse you took today I think it would be better if you just sat for the rest of the evening." His eyes wandered to the hobbit lads again, and he stared at them, and slowly took up a spoonful of his peas. "I'll get it," he said, "as soon as I've finished my supper."
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