“Herbert objects to my making beds,” said Clare.
“Don’t you make the puddings or help in the washing up?”
“Herbert objects to my going into the kitchen,” said Clare.
“Don’t you ever break a few plates?”
Clare smiled at her queer question.
“No, why should I?”
“There’s nothing like breaking things to relieve one’s pent-up emotions,” said Miss Vernon, with an air of profound knowledge.
“The only thing I have broken lately is something—here,” said Clare, putting her hand to her heart.
Miss Vernon was scornful.
“Oh, rubbish! The heart is unbreakable, my dear. Now, heads are much easier to crack.”