"She's overdoing it. The work's not so good. She's too keen, I think——"
"Yes?"
"I think——"
"Yes, Alwynne?"
"You won't be annoyed?"
"That depends."
"Then I can't tell you."
"I think you can," said Clare levelly.
Alwynne was silent. Clare took the paper from her and examined it.
"You've a fantastic imagination, Alwynne. When did you dream those faces? Well—and what do you think? Be quick."