Minna said she could just recollect his putting her into a bassinette and letting her go flying down a hill into a pond.
Francis went on:
“He sent your mother some water-colour drawings.”
“Any good?” asked Frederic.
“I think they’re quite good. But I don’t know anything about these things.”
“I’ll take them to old Lawrie. He’ll know,” said Frederic.
“Lawrie?” murmured Gertrude.
“Yes. D’you know him?”
“No. No.”