he protested. “No, you save it for people who treat everything lightly. What exactly does that mean?” William didn’t understand what she was asking and was about to say as much when Tasmin sighed loudly, and said, “I thought you wanted to leave?” She took Cecelia’s arm. “I do want to comment, though, that perhaps the tables should be placed more in an arc, do you see? To take full advantage of the light from the windows.” “I still want to know what the rest of that letter says,” Cecelia muttered. Tasmin’s reply could not be heard, for she had gone outside. Cecelia followed, and the door shut quietly. “We need a cow bell for the door,” Ayers said, “like on the apothecary, sir.” William wondered how much fun the sprites would have with that. Ah, well. The door was too silent; they could use something to help the matter. “That is a capital idea.
