"Does that include MY wasp?" asked Myra.
"There are only ten here," said Archie, looking into the basin, "and they're all mine. I remember them perfectly. What was yours like?"
"Well, I didn't exactly kill him. I smacked him with a teaspoon and asked him to go away. And he went on to your marmalade, so I expect you thought he was yours. But it was really mine, and I don't think it's very sporting of you to kill another person's wasp."
"Have one of mine," I said, pushing my plate across. "Have
Bernard—he's sitting on the green-gage."
"I don't really want to kill anything. I killed a rabbit once and I wished I hadn't."
"I nearly killed a rabbit once, and I wished I had."
"Great sportsmen at a glance," said Archie. "Tell us about it before it goes into your reminiscences."
"It was a fierce affair while it lasted. The rabbit was sitting down and I was standing up, so that I rather had the advantage of him at the start. I waited till he seemed to be asleep and then fired."
"And missed him?"
"Y-yes. He heard the report, though. I mean, you mustn't think he ignored me altogether. I moved him. He got up and went away all right."