Miriam struck her note again.
“Listen, that’s E flat.”
“Go on.”
“That’s a chord in E flat. Isn’t it lovely? It sounds perfectly different in C. Listen. Isn’t it funny?”
“Well, don’t you want to know why it’s all right about Saturday?”
“Well, that’s the perfectly flabbergasting thing. Ted simply came to say they’ve got a man coming to stay with them and can he bring him.”
“My dear! What a heavenly relief. That makes twelve men and fourteen girls. That’ll do.”
“Nan Babington’s hurt her ankle, but she swears she’s coming.” Harriett sniffed and sank down on the white sheepskin, drawing her knees up to her chin.
“You shouldn’t say ‘swears.’”