'Yes,' said Neville. 'If she comes here, Kathie, we'll manage better than that. I wonder if aunty would let us go to Hafod to meet her. Any way, I might go. Perhaps you'd rather stay to welcome her here—to put flowers in her room, and that sort of thing. Girls do so like all that.'
'So do boys too—at least, some boys. You always bring me a nosegay on my birthday. I am sure you like flowers as much as any girl could,' said Kathie.
'I didn't mean flowers only. I meant—oh, fussing,' said Neville vaguely.
But Kathleen was too much taken up by the idea of Philippa's coming to be in a touchy humour.
'Do you really think, Neville,' she said,—'do you really and truly think aunty is going to ask her?'
'I don't know. I'm sure she'd like to—if she can. She's so awfully good and kind.'
'Yes,' Kathleen heartily agreed. 'I never even thought before that anybody could be so kind.'