Lucy apologised for the cliche, and sought by going into further detail to convince them of her enthusiasm.
"Desterro ran away with the evening, didn't she, though?" they said; and glanced with friendly envy at the composed figure in the bright wrap sitting upright in the ingle-nook.
"Me, I do only one thing. It is easy to do just one thing well."
And Lucy, like the rest of them, could not decide if the cool little remark was meant to be humble or reproving. On the whole she thought humble.
"That's enough, March, it's going beautifully," Innes said to the Junior, and moved to take the bellows from her. As she moved her feet came out from under her and Lucy saw that she was wearing black pumps.
And the little metal ornament that should have been on the left one was not there.
Oh, no, said Lucy's mind. No. No. No.
"That is your cup, Miss Pym, and here is yours, Innes. Have a rather tired macaroon, Miss Pym."
"No, I have some chocolate biscuits for Miss Pym."
"No, she is going to have some Ayrshire shortbread, out of a tin, and fresh. None of your pawed-over victuals."