positively startling in its contrasts of black and white.
âI say,â exclaimed Kate, as they crossed the yard towards a door which stood open on a cool stone passage. âWhat a stage-setting, Aminta!â
âNice place for kids, anyway,â said Aminta, who was not interested in stage-settings. She knocked casually on the open door, and led the way into a large stone-flagged kitchen, where the sunlight fell picturesquely through a large window over a girl in a yellow jumper and green cord slacks who was setting out cups and saucers on a silver tray.
âAh, hereâs the milk!â cried the girl joyfully, looking up. She had a very fresh and attractive voice, with a slight American accent. âI was never more delighted to see anyone in my life, Aminta! Aunt Ellida gave the last drop of yesterdayâs to the builders for their morning tea, and weâre quite out.â
âWhatever time of the day I come here, youâre making tea, it seems to me,â observed Aminta, putting her cans down on the table.
âMaud!â called the girl, raising her pretty voice and directing it towards a narrow stone passage that seemed to lead towards the scullery. âBring two more cups, will you?â She smiled delightfully at Kate. âAminta, I suppose itâs a secret who your friend is?â
Aminta in her leisurely way introduced Kate to Rosaleen Morrison. Maud, who at that moment appeared in the doorway with a tea-canister and two cups-and-saucers in her hands, Kate recognised as the tall childrenâs nurse who had been her travelling companion. They exchanged genial greetings.
âShall I take the tray, into the hall, dear?â said Maud.
âI expect thatâs where youâll find Aunt Ellida,â replied Rosaleen. âIâm afraid youâll find Major Everyman there, too.â
âMajor Everyman?â inquired Aminta. âWhoâs he?â
âMajor Humphries. We call him that because he never utters an original thought. He wonât stay long, though. Heâs got to go and say a few clichés to the Home Guard at five oâclock. Youâll stay for a cup, wonât you, Aminta?â
âSorry, Iâm afraid I canât. Iâve got the cows to feed. In fact, Rosaleen, I must be off, if youâll just tip out your milk and let me take the cans.â
âOh come, Aminta honey, donât be so darned virtuous!
âCanât help it, Rosa, I was made that way. You can give Kate a cup of tea, if you donât mind. She wants to see the house. Mind she doesnât cut you out with Gwyn Lupton, though, she s fallen for him. See you later, Kate,â said Aminta casually, and left.
â Isnât she lovely, your Aminta?â asked Rosaleen. âI think Iâd have just died of ennui here, if it hadnât been for her!
âHave you been here long?â
âSeven long weary weeks. I had a wire from Auntie saying âChildren coming next week,â so I packed my grip and caught the first train for the west. And here we are, seven weeks later, kicking the builderâs pants for all weâre worth, and still weâve only just got the baths fitted. Arenât your builders in England just dilatory, Miss Mayhew? Itâs quite fascinating the way they go on! What an English builder doesnât know about shattering folksâ hope of a home to live in, is just nobodyâs business!â
Rosaleen smiled straight up into Kateâs eyes. Our sympathies do not always respond obediently to the recommendations of our friends. But Kate was quite disposed in this case to oblige Aminta, and like Rosaleen Morrison. She had a free and friendly manner that reminded Kate of the young actresses she was so used to. And, now that Kate came to look at her, there was something about her appearance, tooâthe well-fitting but exotically-coloured slacks, the small soft hands, the sleek, careless wave of
Rita Monaldi, Francesco Sorti