“Well, I said I’d get up in a minute.”
“Well, get up then.”
“In a minute.”
“No—now!”
“Oh, bother!” said Millie.
Blanche succeeded at last in obtaining possession of the blankets.
“You’ll wake mother!” was Millie’s last, desperate shaft.
“I’m going to try,” replied Blanche.
Millie sat up in the bed and wondered vaguely where she was. These scenes had often been enacted at Wisteria Grove, and her mind had gone back to those delightful days of peace and security. When full consciousness returned to her, she was half inclined to cry, and more than half inclined to go to sleep again.
Mrs Gosling was quite as difficult.