“But I’ve seen you every day, and we’ve talked for hours and hours in those everlasting trains,” she said, as if in excuse.
“I’ve seen you every day for longer than that; the first time was on the 3rd of October.”
“Fancy remembering that!”
“I have a good memory.”
A silence.
Nina broke it, to say again: “How pretty!” She knew she had said it before, or something like it, but she could think of nothing else—and she wanted to say something.
He put his hand over hers as it lay on his arm. She looked up at him quickly.
“Well?” he said, stopping to look down into her eyes and tightening his clasp on her hand. “Are you sorry you came to Beechwood?”
“No”
“Then be glad. My dear, I wish you could ever be as glad as I am.”
Then they walked on, still with his hand on hers.
•••••••
Nina and Molly sat on a locker swinging their feet and eating their lunch in the Slade corridor next day. Nina was humming softly under her breath.
