"If you're her father, I suppose you call yourself a duke."
"I'm her guardian, and I call myself a cobbler."
The postman was aware that such a conversation was outside the scope of his duties, but he was fond of gossip and banter.
"I'd like to see this Duchess."
"Duchess!" called Seth, down the stairs.
Up came the Duchess, accompanied by Sally.
"What's your name?" asked the postman.
"The Duchess of Rosemary Lane," replied the Duchess.
"And upon my word," remarked the postman, "she looks like a little lady." He could not help admiring her; he had a little girl of his own at home.
"She is one," said Sally, promptly.