Clare laughed outright.
"I do—I do. All right, Miss Durand, I'm too hungry to refuse. But I see through it, you know. It's to cry quits!"
Alwynne broke in indignantly—
"It isn't! It's the amende honorable—at least, if it doesn't scorch."
"All right, I accept it!" Clare pacified her; then, as she left the kitchen, "Miss Durand?"
"Yes, Miss Hartill?"
"Are you going to make one for Miss Vigers?"
Alwynne's face fell.
"I'd forgotten Miss Vigers."
Clare twinkled.