Ivy looked as if this didn’t entirely suit, but like she couldn’t immediately think of a way to get out of it. “I guess so, if you really have to talk with everybody. But I don’t know anything, so it’s definitely not going to be worth your time.”
Miss Sissy hit the cheese against the table again, looking at it with disgust.
“How about if we move over here where we can talk quietly?” asked Beatrice, motioning to a far corner of the room.
Ivy said quickly, “I’ll join you as soon as I’ve gotten something to eat. Do we have any pastries? Fresh bread?”
Miss Sissy stared at her as if Ivy had suddenly suggested the abominable snowman had entered the dining hall. She slammed the cheese against the table again, as if to make a point.
Beatrice shook her head. “Not that we’ve been able to unco
