She perched on the edge of the bath, swinging a foot.
"You've really taken it?"
"For three years."
"Who's coming to it?"
"It's for a good girl."
"You mean for a bad girl," she pouted.
"She'll be good—to me."
"Well, I hope she'll like it."
He took her two hands. "So do I, Maggy. She's said so, anyway."
"Meaning me?"