“You must have noticed what is going on under our noses?”
Tiddy intimated, abstaining from slang, that her eyes were not altogether ornamental.
Mrs. Roden, warming to altruistic work, pursued the even tenor of her way.
“In my opinion, these two dear people want pushing.”
“Sometimes I could shake Cis,” said Tiddy.
“Yes, yes. Now, once more strictly between ourselves——”
“That is understood.”
“I have decided that you, my dear, should—a—give the little push.”
“Really?”
“I am sure of it.”