“There’s an eye gone here.”
“Only one,” said Miss Harris in a tone of surprise, “I thought there
were two.”
“Shall I pin it?”
“Please don’t. How could I get out a pin by myself, and I won’t wake
you up at midnight.”
“But it gaps and shows your neck.”
“Then if the play’s dull, the person behind me will have something
interesting to look at.”
“But really, Miss Harris--”
“My dear, good, kind friend, don’t be so proper, or do be proper about
yourself if it’s your nature and you can’t help it, but don’t be about
me. When I’m on the stage I’ll have to show much more than my neck, so
I may as well get used to it.”
“Miss Harris!” I said in a firm cold tone, and stopped the hooking.