all, just wafted about--and yet so ALIVE--do you know---?

WINIFRED. Darlings--darlings--I love them!

ANABEL. Well my kitten really came off--it had that quality. It
looked as if it had just wafted there.

WINIFRED. Oh, yes!--oh, I know! And was it in clay?

ANABEL. I cut it in soft grey stone as well. I love my kitten. An
Armenian bought her.

WINIFRED. And where is she now?

ANABEL. I don't know--in Armenia, I suppose, if there is such a
place. It would have to be kept under glass, because the stone
wouldn't polish--and I didn't want it polished. But I dislike
things under glass--don't you?

WINIFRED. Yes, I do. We had a golden clock, but Gerald wouldn't
have the glass cover, and Daddy wouldn't have it without. So now
the clock is in father's room. Gerald often went to Paris. Oliver
used to have a studio there. I don't care much for painting, do you?

ANABEL. No. I want something I can touch, if it's something outside
me.

WINIFRED. Yes, isn't it wonderful, when things are substantial.
Gerald and Oliver came back yesterday from Yorkshire. You know we
have a colliery there.