"Tea-cakes," she nodded. "Shall I bring you one from the oven?"
"Bring one for yourself, too, Clelia."
At that she blushed, then with a pretty, abashed smile, went into the pantry and immediately reappeared with two delicious tea-cakes.
"We mustn't be caught here doing this," she whispered, offering me one of the cakes.
"Who'd object? Raoul?"
"Pouf!" she laughed.
"Who then? Josephine? Thusis?"
"Pouf! Pouf!"
"Smith?"
She blushed a deep pink but shrugged her young shoulders.