“Are you playing the fool, Shirley?”
“I am playing for time, my darling—lunch-time. Luncheon-time, I mean.”
She giggled.
Now Shirley was not given to giggling....
No one had ever seen Shirley carrying an umbrella, and no one had ever heard Shirley giggling.
“Ho!” muttered Major Cypress.
“Don’t gargle in my aunt’s drawing-room, Hugo!”
“I’m thinking, Shirley.”
“Don’t think!” she cried sharply.