He smothered his surprise.
“Why, of course, Miss Eunice!”
“I think you need advice.”
He sat down beside her, and felt humble.
“That's just what I need. But, Miss Eunice, do you like me well enough to give it?”
“I like you more than some people.”
“You might do better than that.”
“I like you well enough to give it,” she admitted.
Tick, tick, tick, continued the knitting needles.
“I'm stumped, you know, about Camilla,” Dick went on bluntly. “I don't get ahead. She has changed lately. Hasn't she changed?”