“Natural History’s the lad’s truest interest,” Bilbo remarked in low tones to the Gaffer, watching their two lads from the hedge around the gardens. Frodo and Sam were across the lane in the field where they’d been walking along the hedge there. Now the two paused, looking at something young Master Frodo had pulled from the bushes, Sam on his toes to examine whatever was held in the tween’s cupped hands.
“Don’t understand how no-one could be fascinated by bugs,” the Gaffer rejoined, but he also kept his voice low. It was obvious both lads were absorbed in their study.