"Good night, Peter!" and I heard her move away. But presently
she was back again.
"Oh, Peter?"
"Well?"
"Are you frowning?"
"I--I think I was--why?"
"When you frown, you are very like--him, and have the same
square set of the mouth and chin, when you are angry--so don't,
please don't frown, Peter--Good night!"
"Good night, Charmian!" said I, and stooping, I picked up the
little handkerchief and thrust it under my pillow.