the light falls behind your head actually makes a sort of halo."
She smiled on her worshiper, letting her hand rest lightly on his arm.
"You mustn't spoil me!"
"No one could do that!"
"What is this intriguing parcel?"
"Some Balkan toys for the babies."
"Gobby, how divine! Oh! This shell-pink pig is my favorite, so corpulent! So exactly like you! To find such entrancing things, I mean. And oh, this gnome in the pine-cone hat! How the Wunderkinder will adore them, after a while! Oh, Gobby, how I do long to have you see my two absurd kitten-eyed angels! But Miss Hess hardly lets me look at them. A strawberry tart? I had Mrs. Britton make them especially for you."
"Christabel, I do think having a cook you call Mrs. is just the height of style! I really am touched. I believe you remember my weakness for strawberry tarts from the Gay Street
