"Without breakfast?" exclaimed Anita. "Do sit down and join us. We'll send out for some hot toast."
"Oh, no, thanks. I had Tibby call me and she had everything ready. It is a glorious morning for a walk. Granny sends her love, Cousin Katharine, and wants to know if you can't come to-day. She cannot wait to see you. She isn't quite up to so long a walk. Perhaps you're not either." She gave a flick of her whip at the Airedale who showed signs of restlessness. "Lie down, Tommy," she cried. "Are you up to it?" she asked Anita.
"How far is it?"
"Oh, not over three miles as the crow flies, a little farther by the road. Do you like Sussex? Do I say cousin, or simply Anita?"
"Anita, of course, although I am mighty glad to have found cousins."
"Maybe you'll not be when you know us," returned Lillian with a little laugh. "We're very English, you know, very insular, especially Granny. She is very eager to see you, but you look so Spanish I am afraid I must warn you. She has rather a grudge against Spain."
"But why?"
"Principally on account of Philip the Second and Torquemada. She might get over Philip, but Torquemada is too much for her. She will probably go down to her grave filled with resentment against him for his part in the Inquisition. She has strong prejudices, has Granny, and I warn you she will hold you accountable."
"For what?" Anita set down her cup and looked puzzled.
"Oh, for all of that; Philip and the Inquisition, but she will be very boastful of Drake when she speaks of the Armada. She will taunt you with Drake."