Helena’s eyes demanded what was.
“We are,” said Rosa, answering as if she had spoken. “We are such a ridiculous couple. And we are always quarrelling.”
“Why?”
“Because we both know we are ridiculous, my dear!” Rosa gave that answer as if it were the most conclusive answer in the world.
Helena’s masterful look was intent upon her face for a few moments, and then she impulsively put out both her hands and said:
“You will be my friend and help me?”
“Indeed, my dear, I will,” replied Rosa, in a tone of affectionate childishness that went straight and true to her heart; “I will be as good a friend as such a mite of a thing can be to such a noble creature as you. And be a friend to me, please; I don’t understand myself: and I want a friend who can understand me, very much indeed.”
Helena Landless kissed her, and retaining both her hands said:
“Who is Mr. Jasper?”
Rosa turned aside her head in answering: “Eddy’s uncle, and my music-master.”