I did, really!' Lydia gazed at her anxiously.
'I don't think you'd ever have the heart to do that, Thyrza,' she said, in a low voice.
'No,' she shook her head, smiling.

'I couldn't do without you.

And now kiss me properly, like you always do.' Lydia stood behind the chair again, and the laughing caress was exchanged.
'I should stay,' Thyrza went on, 'if it was only to have you do my hair.

I do so like to feel your soft hands!' 'Soft hands! Great coarse things.

Just look!' She took one of Thyrza's, and held it beside her own.