She lifted eyes clouded with her story.
“Eleanor—not Emily,” she corrected patiently. “Great-aunt Emily married Great-uncle Michael, and it’s their little boy you were so like when you were little. All except the nose.”
The friend chuckled.
“Where did you get all this from?” demanded Justin, overborne by the evidence.
“I don’t know—your mother told me,” said Laura vaguely. Then, without a change of tone—“Justin, would you have married Haiatalnefous, as well as the Princess of China if you’d been Camaralzaman?”
“Certainly not,” said Justin virtuously, and the friend went off into a sudden fit of laughter.
“Because I don’t think it was fair,” said Laura with intense conviction.
CHAPTER IX
At half-past ten years old, Laura went to school and then came home again, with the simple directness of the King of France.