answering my question with another–
“Would you, or why do you ask?”
I never thought that Mrs. Jenks-Smith’s stricture would turn to a prayer upon my lips, but before I knew it I whispered, “God keep us comfortably poor.”
Then Ian, feeling our presence, raised himself in sleepy leisure, and nestling his cheek against my dress said, “Barbara, _please_ give Ian a drink of water.”
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