“Oh, very much; and my father was here, so I often came back; but I lived in London and Paris, where I could work at things that interested me.”
“I have been twice in London; I went to the National Gallery.”
“You liked that?”
“Oh, very much.” She was a quiet little girl, and spoke quietly, her wide gentle gaze on Odd.
“And what else did you like in London?”
Hilda smiled a little, as if conscious that she was being put through the proper routine of questions, but a trustful smile, quite willing to give all information asked for.
“The Three Fates.”
“You mean the Elgin Marbles?”
“Yes, with no heads; but one is rather glad they haven’t.”
“Why?” asked Odd, as she paused. Hilda did not seem sure of her own reason.