"Oh, Miss Hartill! You said I needn't, Louise and I—because of all our extra work. Not the poem."
Clare considered.
"I remember. Very well. But Louise?" She looked at her questioningly, half smiling. "When did you find the time?"
Louise laughed.
"I don't know, Miss Hartill. It found itself."
"Ah! And how much extra work have you, Louise?"
Louise reflected.
"All the afternoons, I think. And three evenings when I go to lectures. And, of course, gallery days, when I make up in the evenings."
"And homework?"
"Oh, there's heaps of time at night always."