"Gorky," said Margery, for the third time which means—
Well, upon my word, I don't know what it means. But it would explain it all.
Meanwhile, Sir Arthur (he was in my story, you know) is still waiting for the secretary. In case the butter gives out, have I mentioned that the secretary wants all the flowers to be white?
THE ART OF CONVERSATION
"In conversation," said somebody (I think it was my grandfather), "there should always be a
give and take. The ball must be kept rolling." If he had ever had a niece two years old, I don't think he would have bothered.
"What's 'at?" said Margery, pointing suddenly.
"That," I said, stroking it, "is dear uncle's nose."
"What's 'at?"
"Take your finger away. Ah, yes, that is dear uncle's eye. The left one."