‘He held you?’
‘Yes, he held me.’
‘Oh, if I had been there!’
‘And there was another reason.’
‘What was that?’
‘Well, I wasn’t very good at walking at that time. You see, I was only three years old.’
Frank sat for a few minutes absorbing it.
‘You little wretch!’ he said at last.
‘Oh you dear old goose! I feel so much better.’
‘You horror!’