“Yes, wasn’t it?” Bess rolled over in her bed and looked at Nan. “It was just full of surprises. I don’t know what I liked the best.”
“I do,” Nan said promptly.
“What?”
“Oh, Cousin Adair. I think he’s a darling.”
“He’d probably roar a mighty roar if he heard you say that,” Bess laughed at the prospect, “but you know, I quite agree with you, even if it isn’t my friend that he has invited to stop at the hacienda.”
“But Walter’s a friend to all of us,” Nan protested.
“Yes, yes, of course,” Bess agreed. “He’s a friend to all of us and a particular friend to you.”
“Bessie, if this big pillow wasn’t so soft,” Nan looked at the pillow she was holding in her hand speculatively, “I’d heave it over at you so fast that you wouldn’t know what had struck you.”
“That’s all right, Nancy,” Bess laughed. “I understand. You don’t like to be teased.”
“Wasn’t it fun last night?” Nan changed the subject completely.