"How funny!" he said suddenly.
Belinda lifted an eyebrow.
"What's 'funny'?"
"Your sitting there so demurely making tea for me."
"Why shouldn't I sit demurely and make tea for you?"
"Oh, I don't know! You see ... I remember you shinning up trees and ... and that sort of thing."
This speech rather halted at the end.
Belinda thought correctly that the memory of that kiss had interfered with the memory of her tree-climbing. Her spirit purred within her.
"I daresay I could 'shin up' a tree quite well nowadays," she remarked. "It doesn't at all prevent one from making good tea."
As she spoke, she nipped a lump of sugar in two between her strong little fingers, and dropped one half into the cup she was preparing for him.