Clover's wide grin, with his slightly-crooked bottom teeth, could be endearing to even the sternest of adults, and he offered it happily to Miss Calloway as he took the apple with a merry, "Thank you, miss!" and bit into it, the juices of the out-of-season fruit dribbling down his chin as he beamed up at her. He tugged on his father's hand and asked, after swallowing the bite of apple (Frederic had been working on teaching him not to speak with his mouth full, and he wanted to impress the pretty Miss Calloway), "Where are you going, Pa?"