“Drink it then for a change my child.”
“No but really.”
“This is special soup; there is a charge; one guinea a basin.”
“Use of room two guineas.”
“Intellectual conversation——”
“One and eleven three.”
Miriam flung out delighted admiring glances and laughed unrestrainedly. Mag’s look saying “it does not take much to keep the child amused” took nothing from her mirthful joy. Their wit, or was it humour?—always brought the same happy shock ... they were so funny; there was a secret in it.
“It’s awfully good soup.”
“Desiccated——”
“A penny a packet.”