Each had an open book on the table; throughout the meal they exchanged only a few words.
'Going to play a little ?' Jasper suggested when they had gone into the sitting-room.
'If you like.' She sat down at the piano, whilst her brother lay on the sofa, his hands clasped beneath his head.

Dora did not play badly, but an absentmindedness which was commonly observable in her had its effect upon the music.

She at length broke off idly in the middle of a passage, and began to linger on careless chords.

Then, without turning her head, she asked: 'Were you serious in what you said about writing storybooks ?' 'Quite.

I see no reason why you shouldn't do something in that way.