He climbed down into the dell laughing.
“That is a nice title to give a parent. I might eat you both up.”
“I’m sure you’d find Miss Eve very nice to eat.”
“Dear child!”
“How goes the kettle?”
“We are nearly ready. Here’s the rug to sit on, daddy. Miss Eve’s going to have the red cushion.”
“The cushion of state. What about the cakes?”
“Sarah’s made such lovely ones.”
Eve’s eyes met Canterton’s.
“It was ungenerous of you to betray me.”