"I'm telling him now. I think he's taking it all right."
"Don't talk about me as 'him'!" I said angrily. "And I'm not taking it all right. I'm not taking it at all."
"It's only such a very small part—we're all doing something, you know. And your costume's ordered and everything. But how awfully sporting of you."
After that, what could I say?
"Er—what am I?" I asked modestly.
"You're a—a small rat-catcher," said Myra cheerfully.
"I beg your pardon?"
"A rat-catcher."
"You said a small one. Does that mean that I'm of diminutive size, or that I'm in a small way of business, or that my special line is young ones?"
"It means that you haven't much to say."