"Father certainly doesn't want any cooking now, whatever else--" Josephine broke in sharply, "You're not sleepy, are you, Con ?" "Sleepy, Jug ?" Constantia was wide-eyed.
"Well, concentrate more," said Josephine sharply, and she returned to the subject.

"What it comes to is, if we did"-- and this she barely breathed, glancing at the door--"give Kate notice"-- she raised her voice again--"we could manage our own food." "Why not ?" cried Constantia.

She couldn't help smiling.

The idea was so exciting.

She clasped her hands.