"Are they? I thought them rather ugly."
"Oh, how can you say so? Just think of all the wonderful things those hands must have done! And as for the scar, I thought it gave him quite a distinguished air, didn't you?"
"Carrie Mullett, I am not interested in Mr. Herrick. If you say another word about him before luncheon—"
"You can say that if you like," interrupted Miss Mullett placidly, "but you are interested in him, my dear."
"Carrie!"
"Then why can't you write your story? Oh, you can't fool me, my dear!"
Eve turned a disdainful back and picked up her pen, resentful of the warmth that she felt creeping into her cheeks.
Miss Mullett smiled and drew a new thread from the skein.
