"Well," said 'Bias, "that's womanlike."
"Hallo!" said Cai. "How do you know what's womanlike?"
"I am afraid it is womanlike," confessed Mrs Bosenna hastily. "And from Rilla Farm you get no view at all on Regatta night. So I was wondering—if you won't think it dreadfully forward of me—"
"You're welcome to watch 'em from here, ma'am, if that's what you mean," said 'Bias.
"Or from my garden, ma'am, if you prefer it," said Cai.
"Why should she?" asked 'Bias.
"Well, 'tis a yard or two nearer, for one thing."
"Anything else?"
"Yes: the other summer-house fronts a bit more up the harbour; t'wards the fireworks, that's to say."
"You ought to know: you chose it. . . . But anyway I asked her first."