'What am I?' asked Archie, in his persistent way, as he walked round the group on the lawn, in goggles, followed closely by Dilly, saying, 'Yes, what is he?' looking exactly like a live doll, with her golden hair and blue ribbons.
'You're a motorist, darling.'
'No, I'm not a silly motorist. Guess what I am?'
'It's so difficult to guess, such hot weather! Can you guess, Paul?'
'I sink he is a nuisance,' replied the Frenchman, laughing politely.
'No, that's wrong. You guess what I am.'
'Guess what he is,' echoed Dilly.
'O Lord! what does it matter? What I always say is—live and let live, and let it go at that,' said Captain Willis, with his loud laugh. 'What, Mrs Ottley? But they won't do it, you know—they won't—and there it is!'
'Guess what I am,' persisted Archie.
'Never mind what you are; do go and sit down, and take those things off,' said Edith.