“Oh, a little older!”
“But not too old for fairyland.”
“May I never be too old for that.”
CHAPTER XL
WHAT THEY SAID TO EACH OTHER
They walked back through the larchwood with Lynette between them, keeping them apart, and yet holding a hand of each.
“Miss Eve, where’ve you been all the winter? In London?”
“Yes, in London.”
“Do you like London better than Fernhill?”