“Oh, silly! Of course you may. What’s the good of it otherwise?”
“A new hat—”
“Hat, frock, umbrella. Oh, you do want a new umbrella, Sylvia! Yours is in holes. We’ll make a list. Have you got a watch?”
“No,” said Sylvia, in amazement.
Her mouth remained open, while Teresa dragged out a card and jotted down thing after thing.
“We must find out the best watchmaker,” she said thoughtfully. “We must ask.”
“Mr Wilbraham,” suggested Sylvia.
“Mr Wilbraham! He doesn’t know everything.”
“Oh, no, I didn’t mean that he did.” Sylvia was often prosaically explanatory, desiring what thoughts she had to be distinctly outlined. “I meant that he was a man, and heard of things more than we could; granny said so.”
“Well, if it satisfies you, we’ll ask him. He will be so pleased!”