"Helen will give you lessons and a couple things that will make you look older when you need to. It's too bad that Steve couldn't see the look on your...face just then." I ... I guess I haven't really looked closely at myself in a mirror since early this morning. I didn't expect..."Marcie took Meg's hand and led her out of the restroom before the other women heard what they were talking about. Outside, Steve stood smiling at them."She noticed when she looked in the mirror," Marcie told her. And I usually succumb. But not this morning." He just squeezed her and tried to pull away, but she held him until she'd kissed him thoroughly.After breakfast the four drove out of Maldon; through Mundon and Latchingdon, Mayland and Steeple. The roads are narrow; meeting a lorry is cause for a sharp intake of breath, but they weren't in a hurry. The fifteen miles took almost an hour. The road comes to an abrupt end at a farm; there is a muddy area to park a car and a five-bar gate, locked,. Amra abar theke mod gilte laglam. Khanik pore sabar besh kichu ta nesha hoye gelo. Khanik pore Subhash bollo, “chalo amra sabai mile amader bedroome jai aar amar bou aar tor boudee ke eksonge duto duto bara diye choda khabar maja dee.” Ei katha sune amra sabai bedroome gelam aar giye sabai eksonge gayer sab jama kapor khule sabai eksonge udom nengto hoye gelam. Nengto hobar por Sapna boudee amar kache eshe amar bara ta dhore narate narate Subhash ke bollo, “tumi theek bolechile je Parthor bara. Tea came, we drank it, and Mrs. Martin replaced the cap on her pen, put her papers to one side, and fixed me with lively, grey eyes. 'Well?' she said. 'How can we help you?' Haltingly, and with many stops and starts, I explained my desires, finally stammering to a stop. The only sound was that of the scratching of the pencil of Miss Briggs, who had slipped into the room and was taking down a shorthand record of the conversation. Mrs. Martin spoke. 'Boiled down,' she began briskly, 'you want to.