“I am glad about that,” Fenella said.
She could not prevent a light sigh escaping her.
“There’s only one thing that worries me,” Moo said, “and that is that you are not really happy too. Oh, Fenella, do stop thinking about that stupid Rex.”
“I don’t think about him,” Fenella retorted quickly.
“Oh yes, you do,” Moo replied, “and I always know when you are doing it. You get a sort of faraway wistful look in your eyes. It makes you look very pretty, but mournful, and somehow it’s rather irritating, at least I should find it so if I was Nicholas.”
“Well, you are not Nicholas, so let’s not worry about it,” Fenella said tartly.
Moo got off the table and, moving across to her sister, suddenly put her arms round her neck.
“Oh, do like him, Fenella,” she whispered, “do. He is so sweet, he is
