“I don’t want the gingerbread. What a girl you are! You give a fellow no peace. I didn’t wish anything particular, only—”
“Yes! Yes!”
“Only that she,” with a nod of the head towards where Miss Carr sat sipping her tea—“that she might choose Hilary to live with her in London.”
“Oh–oh! You wouldn’t like it if it were Lettice?”
“Of course not, neither would you.”
“But—but—it might be me!”
“It might. There’s no saying. I’ll have another cup of tea, if you please,” said Rex coolly.
Aggravating boy! It would be just as easy to draw water from a stone, as to persuade him to say anything nice and soothing to one’s vanity!