This was quite an affair. Sœurette prepared her table behind a screen in the “doll’s room”; but the paper was too large—Glanrhyd would never be able to read it. Helia had to cut it down to the proper size. At last, having got seated, Sœurette, by way of introduction, stuck out her tongue, rolled her head from right to left, and began.
“Well, Sœurette is busy,” Helia said to herself. “She will leave me a little peace.”
“Say, big sister, does a doll answer?”
“I don’t think so,” said Helia.
“Will Monsieur Phil answer?” Sœurette asked.
“Let Monsieur Phil alone. He has something else to do!”
“But, big sister, it used to be always Phil here and Phil there; you weren’t afraid to speak of him!”
“Well, I won’t have it!” Helia replied after a moment’s silence.
“Why?”
“Because—”