“Do you like doing it?” asked Dolly.
“It is a privilege,” said I politely.
“Well, then!” said Dolly.
“But,” I ventured to observe, “it’s rather an expensive one.”
“Then you mustn’t have it very often.”
“And it is shared by so many people.”
“Then,” said Dolly, smiling indulgently, “you must have it—a little oftener. Home, Roberts, please.”
I am not yet allowed at Mrs. Hilary Musgrave’s.