IV'Won't you come and have tea with me—do! Come right along now. Don't you find it bitterly cold? Yes—well now—come in with me and we'll have a cup of nice, hot tea in our little sitting–room. The weather changes so suddenly, and really one needs a little reinforcement. But perhaps you don't take tea?'
'Oh yes. I got so used to it in England,' said Hannele.
'Did you now! Well now, were you long in England?'
'Oh yes—'
The two women had met in the Domplatz. Mrs Hepburn was looking extraordinarily like one of Hannele's dolls, in a funny little cape of odd striped skins, and a little dark–green skirt, and a rather fuzzy sort of hat. Hannele looked almost huge beside her.
'But now you will come in and have tea, won't you? Oh, please do. Never mind whether it's de rigueur or not. I ALWAYS p
