"Oh, are you here?" said Miss Jean in tones of extreme surprise. Chetwood looked down at his feet, tapped his head and finally pinched himself.
"Rather," he announced gravely. "At least my mortal body seems to be."
"Don't let me interrupt you," said Miss Jean. "I came to pick peas."
"I'll help you."
"I don't require help, thanks."
"You might get thorns in your fingers."
"Peas haven't thorns!" said Miss Jean scathingly. "You ought to know that by this time."
"Observation has taught me that in this world one finds thorns in the most unexpected places. Even roses—fragrant, blushing roses—"
"Don't be absurd!"
"Then let me help you pick peas."