William wished with his eyes screwed up in silent concentration.
“I’ve done it,” he said.
Miss Tabitha dealt out the cards. She shook her head sorrowfully.
“You’ll be treated badly by a fair woman,” she said.
William agreed gloomily.
“That’ll be Ethel—my sister,” he said. “She thinks that jus’ ’cause she’s grown-up....” He relapsed into subterranean mutterings.
“And you’ll have your wish,” she said.
William brightened. Then his eye roved round the room to a photograph on a bureau by the window.
“Who’s he?” he said.
Miss Tabitha flushed again.