XLLizabet looked into the sitting-room and saw Anne there alone. She came in, shut the door after her, and sat down on the arm of a chair a little to one side of Anne. Anne had cut out the two nightgowns and was sewing on a long pink seam. She looked up when Lizabet came in and waited for her to speak. Lizabet looked her over, but she didn’t speak. Anne felt herself colouring. She looked down at her work and went on sewing. As soon as she looked away Lizabet said,
“How long are you going to stay here?”
Anne looked up.
“I don’t know.”
“Hadn’t you better think about it?”
Anne put her work down and looked at her.
“You don’t like my being here.”
Lizabet tossed her head.
“Isn’t that funny of me!”
“I think it is rather. Why do you mind?”
Lizabet put her hands down on the arm of the cha
