"Come on out in the kitchen," Madame said, "and we'll have a snack. And
then it's time for you two to be in bed, holidays or no holidays."
After Flip was in bed Paul crossed the hall and knocked on her open
door.
"Hello," Flip whispered.
"Are you sleepy, Flip?" Paul asked, "or shall we talk for a few
minutes?"
"Come and talk."
Paul had his eiderdown wrapped around him and he climbed up onto the
foot of the bed and sat at her feet.
"You look like an Indian chief," Flip said laughing.