The little woman beamed on him. Having won a word from him, she was quite satisfied.
“Well,” she said brightly, “the eggs must be done by now.”
She tripped out, to return directly.
“I’ve brought you,” she said, “some of the Island cream, and some white currants, if ye’ll have them. You must think well of the Island, and come back.”
“How could we help?” laughed Helena.
“We will,” smiled Siegmund.
When finally the door was closed on her, Siegmund sat down in relief. Helena looked in amusement at him. She was perfectly self-possessed in presence of the delightful little lady.
“This is one of the few places that has ever felt like home to me,” she said. She lifted a tangled bunch of fine white currants.
“Ah!” exclaimed Siegmund, smiling at her.
“One of the few places where everything is friendly,” she said. “And everybody.”