“If you’d rather, we can.”
“Much rather. Everything piping hot, and you won’t be everlastingly running off to fetch dishes, will you?”
It was so long since any one had minded what she did that Eve caught her breath in a half-sob.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
It had seemed rather cruel that this five minutes’ friend should say the very things Wynne never bothered to say.
“But you—”
“I did. I do silly things sometimes, but I’m not really hysterical.”
“I know.”
“How can you know?”