“I should love a next time,” Miss Carruth assured her. “I might cry if you denied it to me. I actually think I might be able to do this and I cannot tell you how good that feels. Thank you so much for giving me your kindness and your time, Miss Merton— Oh, but that sounds so formal when you’ve told me off and taught me to use a gun. May I call you Patricia?” “Nobody is permitted to do that, but please do call me Pat.” Miss Carruth positively glowed. “And I’m Fenella. Fen. Don’t we sound brusque? Pat and Fen.”
