Elsie was dead silent - although she had not dropped dead yet, which was mildly surprising - and Lucinda listened to the boy's excuses as her facial expression became increasingly less amused. When he was done, Lucinda fixed him with what could best be described as a Look: narrowed eyebrows, flat mouth, a temperamental tapping of her foot against the carpeted library floor.
She put her hands on her hips. "Did I ask you for an explanation, Mr. Kirke?" she said in her driest tone.
She put her hands on her hips. "Did I ask you for an explanation, Mr. Kirke?" she said in her driest tone.