“Did he say so?”
“Of course, my dear. But old Wyman said I could, every third, except the Lancers.”
“You sh’d’ve seen Bevvy’s face. ‘Brother Tommy doesn’t object,’ I said. ‘He’s going to look after me!’ ‘Is he?’ said Bevvy in his most superior manner.”
“What a fearful scrunching you’re making,” said Harriett, pinching Miriam’s nose.
“Let’s go and dress,” said Miriam, rolling off the table.
13
“How many times has she met him?” asked Miriam as they went through the hall.
“I dunno. Not many.”
“I think it’s simply hateful.”
“Mimmy!” It was Nan’s insinuating voice.