“Miss Canterton, I am most seriously occupied.”
She tossed her hair, and turned on Eve.
“You’ll come too, Miss Eve? Now I’ve invited you, daddy will have to come. Ask him.”
Eve looked at Canterton, and there was something strange in the eyes of both.
“Mr. Canterton, I am requested to ask you——”
“I surrender. I may as well tell you, Miss Carfax, that very few people are invited into the Wilderness. It is fairyland.”
“I appreciate it. Lynette, may I come and build a wagwim with you?”
“Yes, do. What a nice voice you’ve got.”
“Have I?”
Eve blushed queerly, and was intimately conscious of Canterton’s eyes looking at her with peculiar and half wondering intentness.