“I had no idea you’d be so lazy. I thought you might come for a walk.”
“The day came into the room. I have both day and bed.”
Clara brought a chair to the bed and sat down. She saw the Bible.
“And Church too, I see.” Her lips curled but her eyes were really smiling.
“Don’t you approve of Church?”
“No,” said Clara, “I hate it. My Church at any rate. Pa said it was the Priests that made Mother willing to die.”
“Well ... what have Church and Bible to do with each other?”
Clara laughed. “O come on! Let’s walk. It’s cold in here.” She drew her boa across her throat. “Shall I close the window?”
“Don’t you dare!” cried Fanny. She jumped out of bed. She was exhilerated. Her nightgown fell to the floor.