She shook her head, with a sober “No.”
“Geography, then?”
“Yes, I made a mistake,” she admitted.
“I wouldn’t worry over that.”
“No, oh, no!”
“Then that isn’t it? How long are you going to keep me guessing?”
She hid her face against his coat. “Don’t ask me, please!” she begged.
“Is it as bad as that?” His tone would usually have sent her off in an amused chuckle; now she was miserably silent, pressing closer into the friendly folds.
“If it is an all-afternoon affair, we may as well sit down,” and, wheeling about, he took the chair she had just left, drawing her to his knee.
“Now let’s look at this together, Thistledown. Two heads ought to be wiser than one, you know. Just give me a chance to show my skill at helping.”