"Really I don't know. Yes, most likely. What are you after with my work-basket?"
"I want to find some red silk. I'm making a pin-cushion for my Marjory."
"Well, another time you can ask my leave first. I have no red silk, so please stop all that fumbling."
Mittie desisted immediately, as she would not have done once upon a time.
"I do wish I had some red silk. Mother, are there any shops in East Bourne?"
"Of course there are—heaps."
"And can I get some red silk there?"
"Of course. What a silly question!"
"And can I send my pin-cushion to Marjory by post?"
"If you choose. What are you going to ask next, I wonder?"