“Oh, you don’t mean that!” Viola said, trying good-naturedly to brush the offer away – as if she could hide the way she had bounced up on the balls of her feet, or the sudden restlessness of her hands, fingers tugging at the collar of her dress at the very thought.
She knew she oughtn’t be so ungrateful towards Audrey for all her efforts, but her sister’s makeshift curriculum was a far cry from lessons from a real professor. (He couldn’t possibly be offering that. Surely he had more important, more exciting, things to do with his summers.) “But thank you anyway,” she added shyly, which hopefully encompassed – everything.
She knew she oughtn’t be so ungrateful towards Audrey for all her efforts, but her sister’s makeshift curriculum was a far cry from lessons from a real professor. (He couldn’t possibly be offering that. Surely he had more important, more exciting, things to do with his summers.) “But thank you anyway,” she added shyly, which hopefully encompassed – everything.
