“Why don’t we go and see her, then?”
“Why not?”
The mouth of the child had offered an inspiration. Was it possible to look into Lynette’s eyes and be scared by sinister suggestions? Why, it was a comradeship of three, not of two. They were three children together, and perhaps the youngest was the wisest of the three.
“Lynette, come here, old lady! Miss Eve thinks of going away.”
“Miss Eve going away?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, no, daddy, how can she?”
“Well, one has only to get into a train, even if it be a train of thought.”
Lynette was kneeling between her father’s knees.
“I’ll ask her not to go.”