"Come on into Miriam's room, Grace," she called.

"She has just made chocolate.

She has some lovely little cakes and sandwiches, too.
And Elfreda has something to tell us." Grace rose from her chair, lay down the notebook she had been running through, and hastily followed Anne.
"Have a cushion," laughed Miriam hospitably, throwing a fat sofa pillow at Grace, who caught it dextrously, patted it into shape and, placing it on the floor, sat down on it Turk fashion.

Elfreda poured another cup of chocolate, then seated herself on the floor beside Grace.

"Pass Grace the sandwiches, Anne," she ordered.