She greeted Sir Philip with all her old gaiety, and, when he told her she
was much too thin, laughed at him gently.
"Don't be a fuss-pot, dear godparent," she adjured him. "I was never one of
the fat kine, and really I'm very glad of it. You can dress ever so much
more economically when you're thin, you know, and that's quite a
consideration these days."
"Are you--do you mean--look here, Ann," he floundered awkwardly. "Are you
hard up?"
She laughed outright.
"No, of course not. Robin gets a topping good screw, and I'm doing quite a
millionaire business in the poultry line."
"Humph!" Sir Philip grunted. "Got any clothes fit for London?"
She nodded.
"Lots. Put away where moth and rust shan't corrupt their morals."
"Well, get'm out and come up to Audley Square for a bit. You look--I don't
know the word I want--peeked."
"It's no use shelving it on to me like that," said Ann teasingly. "What you
really mean is that you and Tony are getting awfully bored with each other
alone!"
A smile glimmered in the depths of the fierce old eyes.
"Perhaps that's it. Will you come?"
"I'd love to. But you may just as well tell me what's worrying you."
"You're an impudent girl! Who said I was worrying?"
"Well--perhaps not worrying.
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