She opened her bag, and took out The List and a pencil.
“Now, write something—I don’t care what.”
Renata wrote her own name, and then, after a pause, “It is a fine day.”
“Quite like,” said Jane, “but nearly all girls do write the same hand now. I can manage that. Now, tell me, where were you at school?”
“Miss Bazing’s, Ilfracombe.”
“When did you leave?”
“Two months ago.”
“Have you been in America?”
“Not since I was five.”
“Anywhere else out of England?”