"What!" I laughed incredulously.
"Why no," she said, surprised.
"Is that true, Clelia?"
"Perfectly."
"And you're willing to begin on me?"
"Oh, pour ça—one must begin—if only to know how when necessary."
"You think you ought to know how it's done?" I inquired, controlling my gaiety with an effort.
"Well"—she hesitated with adorable indecision—"in an emergency, perhaps, it might be as well that I know how such things are accomplished."
"It's up to you, Clelia."
"Is it?" She thought deeply for a moment. Then: "It's going to be a shock to me, I suppose. But I've made up my mind that it's likely to happen to me some day. And I think I'd better be prepared.... Don't you?"