She wandered over to the enclosed range, a rather modern-looking contraption that Cook had purchased earlier in the year. “Do you know how to work this?” she asked.

“No idea. You?”

Daphne shook her head. “None.” She reached forward and gingerly touched the surface of the stove top. “It's not hot.”

“Not even a little bit?”

She shook her head. “It's rather cold, actually.”

Brother and sister were silent for a few seconds.

“You know,” Anthony finally said, “cold milk might be quite refreshing.”

“I was just thinking that very thing!

Autore: Julia Quinn

She wandered over to the enclosed range, a rather modern-looking contraption that Cook had purchased earlier in the year. “Do you know how to work this?” she asked.<br /><br />“No idea. You?”<br /><br />Daphne shook her head. “None.” She reached forward and gingerly touched the surface of the stove top. “It's not hot.”<br /><br />“Not even a little bit?”<br /><br />She shook her head. “It's rather cold, actually.”<br /><br />Brother and sister were silent for a few seconds.<br /><br />“You know,” Anthony finally said, “cold milk might be quite refreshing.”<br /><br />“I was just thinking that very thing! - Julia Quinn

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