Miriam seized and covered it. “Come in for a minute,” she begged. “I want to see you. What have you got on?”
“Tea.”
The hand twisted itself free and Eve fled through the hall.
Miriam flung after her with a yell and caught at her slender body. “I’ve a great mind to drag down your old hair.”
“Tea,” smiled Eve serenely.
“All right, I’m coming, damn you, aren’t I?”
“Oh, Mimmy!”
“Well, damn me, then. Somebody in the house must swear. I say, Eve?”
“What?”
“Nothing, only I say.”