“Is that when you recognised her?” There was still faint amusement in Mrs. Telpher’s face.
“No. I shouldn’t have known her from Adam. I kept my eyes down you see. I was annoyed with her and I intended to show it.” Nanny Broome conveyed the scene with complete veracity. One could see her, cross and prissy, waggling her bottom, taking her tiny steps, and keeping her eyes downcast so that the lashes were black on her red cheeks.
“I unpacked the wreath and folded the cellophane very carefully for one doesn’t want to make litter,” she said virtuously. “And I set it up in the best place and I said to it, ‘Now you lie there and look nice.’ ”
“You actually spoke aloud?” It was Mrs. Telpher again. She seemed fascinated.
“Yes, I did. I always talk aloud to things. It helps me to concentrate. Why
