‘I don’t think you made plans in a way that mattered. I don’t
think you ever made a mistake.’
She looked round at me, surprised. I was surprised at myself.
I had never tried to tell Cousin Delia how I felt about her,
and now, suddenly, I wished I could; and I went on:
‘I think you are the most perfect person in the world.’
She said:
‘Dear Heart, thank you: I wish it were true’; and she kissed
me.
Then she talked about Yearsly, and Cousin John, and the garden.
Cousin Delia brought roses with her, and all the room was sweet
when she had gone. I wished she could have stayed longer. I wished
she would come again. I wished I could go back with her to Yearsly.
I felt like a child left alone at school.