Smith's chin was resting on top of her head, and she smiled so brilliantly and so proudly that she rubbed her head against Smith. Her eyes narrowed slightly, like a kitten that was resting in its owner's arms.

Lucy felt a little bit out of breath. She clutched her shirt tightly with one hand, like she's trying to get more strength in this way, and pointed angrily at Jane with her other hand, "Did you see that? How proudly she smiled! She's the vicious one!"

But Jane had already ...