There was cooked
bacon in a dish on the table, covered with a cloth, and toast in the rack.
Jason went to door
to the courtyard, where his grandmother and Eleanor Cumberledge were
sitting. “Good mornin’ Grandam. Mornin’ Eleanor.” He sounded more than normally English and
aristocratic.
“Morning
Jason! How are you feeling this
morning?” Eleanor smiled with pleasure.
“Beaut, thank you.”
Lucasta noticed
the Australianism with amusement.
“Um, sorry I
didn’t clean up last night. I meant to,
and we got to talking and then … it slipped
my mind.”
“Oh, please don’t
concern yourself with that, Jason,” entreated Eleanor. “It was our party, anyway.”
“Where more than
half the guests were me and my friends!”
“Well, next time,
then.” Eleanor waved the issue
away. “Help yourself to some bacon and
toast and tea, and come out and join us.
It’s such a beautiful morning.”
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