Daisy was pouring the tea away very slowly to make it last longer.
“If I was Aunt Edith,” she said, “I should marry Hughie.”
“Pooh, that’s because you’re a girl!” said Jim. “Catch Hughie marrying anybody! Besides, he’s promised to live with me in the cave underneath where the water comes out of the weir.”
Daisy paused in her occupation.
“Oh, Jim, did he? When?” she asked.
“Oh, on one of the Sundays! And the frog-footman’s going to say we’re not at home to anybody.”
“As if anybody would want to come!” said Daisy scornfully, but rather hurt in her mind.
“Well, they wouldn’t if they did!”
A short silence, and Daisy yielded.
“I shall come,” she said.