All this was rather a breathless business, and Eve felt as though she were up before the Inquisition, and likely to be found out. Lynette’s eyes were always watching her face.
“Oh, Miss Eve, where do all the little children come from?”
“God sends them, dear.”
“Bogey, our cat, had kittens this morning. I found them all snuggling up in the cupboard under the back stairs. Isn’t it funny! Yesterday there weren’t any kittens, and this morning there are five.”
“That’s how lots of things happen, dear. Everything is wonderful. You see a piece of bare ground, and two or three weeks afterwards it is full of little green plants.”
“Do kittens come like that?”
“In a way.”
“Did they grow out of the cupboard floor? They couldn’t have done, Miss Eve.”
“They grew out of little eggs, dear, like chickens out of their eggs.”
“But I’ve never seen kittens’ eggs, have you?”