‘That nurse?’
‘There’s no nurse here.’
‘Isn’t there?’
Barbara feels that she is of less use than ever to-day. ‘Where is granny?’
‘She has gone down to the village to a wedding.’
‘There’s no wedding. Who could be being married?’
‘I think it’s people I know, but I can’t remember who they are. I thought you went too, Barbara.’
‘Not I. Catch me missing it if there had been a wedding!’
‘You and the nurse.’
‘Dear, you have just been imagining things again. Shall I play to you, or sing?’ She knocks over a chair. ‘Oh dear, everything catches in me. Would you like me to sing “Robin Adair,” dear?’