Audrey looked up in amazement.
"A year older?" she said.
"That is why I wanted to see you. You’ll have some tea?"
"But I don’t understand you, Dora," said the girl, ignoring the invitation. "I am not older than you; I am a year younger."
Dora’s slow smile was almost convincing.
"You’re a year older, darling," she said. "Dear mother was responsible for the mix-up. For some reason, which I bitterly regret, mother did not like you, and her dislike took a queer expression, as we have reason to know."
"I always understood that I was born on the 1st of December, 1904—" began Audrey.
"On the 3rd of February, 1903," smiled Dora. "I have your birth certificate. I wanted to show it to you."