Then with a child's obvious effort to control rising tears, "Of course, if you say so, Esther.

But--but do you feel like risking the round table?
Couldn't we have it on the little table in the corner ?" The girl settled the last of her flowers and pushed back her hair with a worried gesture.

A pang of mingled irritation and anxiety lent an edge of sharpness to her soft voice.
"Auntie dear! I thought you had quite forgotten that fancy.

You know it is only a fancy.

Round tables are just like other tables.