The accounts of their doings gave her a peep of home life such as she had not hitherto realized.
"Lovely to be you," she ventured once.
"You must come and see us," replied Irene impulsively.

"I'll get Mother to ask you some day.

Don't look so scared.

They wouldn't eat you.

Don't you like paying visits?
Oh well, of course, if you don't want to come I won't worry you.