"Is Peekaboo?"
"Yes," said Lady Rossiter, beginning to wonder if a catalogue raisonné of the Easter family and its connections was to be unrolled before her.
"Even Ambrose is not too little to——"
"Do you give?"
"I try to do so, Ruthie, certainly."
"Does Sir Julian give?"
Lady Rossiter not impossibly struggled for a moment with an unhallowed impulse before answering:
"I hope so. But will you try to remember what I've been telling you, Ruthie? It is not our business to think about whether other people give out in the right way or not—never, never judge others," said Edna parenthetically. "But I do want you to remember about Love. That it is the biggest thing in all the world and that nothing is quite so bad and ugly as to be angry, or unkind, or unloving. Love is what matters most, always."
Miss Easter, more suâ, contrived to combine a sort of perverted relevance with indecent vulgarity in her bored reply:
"Mr. Garrett kissed Auntie Iris this morning. Me and Peekaboo were hiding in the cowhouse and we saw. Auntie Iris said it was love."