Elizabeth Hoyt Quote

Silence cleared her throat, fearful her voice would come out a croak. Is she asleep?He blinked as if he, too, were waking from a dream, and glanced down at Mary Darling. Aye, I’m a-thinkin’ she is—she’s stopped fussin’ at me.Silence felt a huge smile of relief spread over her face. She was fussing? Oh, how wonderful!He shot her a look, one eyebrow arching. Ye’ve taught the child to bully me, too, now?Oh, no, she said hastily, embarrassed. Did he really think she bullied him? What a silly notion!