"It is very fine weather," Miss Fotheringay said, in an Irish accent, and with a deep rich melancholy voice. . . . "And very warm," continued this empress andQueen of Sheba.
At three o'clock that afternoon the Sayre limousine stopped in front of Nina's house, and Mrs. Sayre, in brilliant pink and a purple hat, got out. Leslie, lounging in a window, made the announcement. "Here's theQueen of Sheba," he said.
"Where is she?" Um-Nadia cries out. "Where is thatQueen of Sheba?" Sirine is yawning. It was quite late when she finally walked out of Han's big dark car and into her house.
