Frederic's smile grew when Miss Calloway mentioned 'little ones'. Ever since his son Clover was born, he'd had a strong adoration for most children (except the spoiled, bratty ones), and considering the good things he'd heard about the Irish-born Miss Calloway, her children were likely to be of a good sort, too. Her neighbors had mentioned to him once or twice that she'd had twins, but anything further, he didn't know.

"What are their names?" Frederic paused, realizing he might have been a little too bold there, and clarified, "Your children, that is- I wonder, for I have a son myself. Clover. He is seven, and mischievous lad." Frederic smiled fondly as he thought of his son and waited for Miss Calloway's reply.