“I take sugar!”
“Do help yourself, James. I never can remember.”
Gertrude finished glancing through the hospital report, and picked up a second letter.
“I wanted to tell you that I have engaged Miss Carfax to paint the pictures for my book.”
“What book, James?”
“The book on English gardens.”
“Oh, yes.”
He saw her preparing to get lost in a long letter.
“Miss Carfax has quite extraordinary ability. I think I may find her useful in other ways. Each year we have more people coming to us, wanting us to plan their gardens. She could take some of that work and save me time.”
“That will be very nice for you, James.”