MARGARET. You neednt do that if you dont like, Bobby. Suppose we get off duty for the day, just to see what it's like.
BOBBY. Off duty? What do you mean?
MARGARET. You know very well what I mean. Bobby: did you ever care one little scrap for me in that sort of way? Dont funk answering: I dont care a bit for you—that way.
BOBBY. [removing his arm rather huffily] I beg your pardon, I'm sure. I thought you did.
MARGARET. Well, did you? Come! Dont be mean. Ive owned up. You can put it all on me if you like; but I dont believe you care any more than I do.
BOBBY. You mean weve been shoved into it rather by the pars and mars.
MARGARET. Yes.
BOBBY. Well, it's not that I dont care for you: in fact, no girl can ever be to me exactly what you are; but weve been brought up so much together that it feels more like brother and sister than—well, than the other thing, doesnt it?
MARGARET. Just so. How did you find out the difference?
BOBBY. [blushing] Oh, I say!