“Well, we rushed at each other when we did meet.”
“Is daddy showing you the garden?”
“Yes.”
“My name’s Lynette—not like linnet, you know, but Lyn-net.”
“And my name’s Eve—just Eve.”
“Who was made out of Adam’s rib. Poor Mr. Adam! I wonder whether he missed it?”
They all laughed. Lynette kept hold of one of Eve’s hands, and held out her other one to Canterton.
“Daddy, do come down to the Wilderness. I want to build a wagwim.”
“Or wigwam?”
“I like wagwim better. Do come.”