'Well, what do you mean?' I giggled.
'I mean my will power. Do you think I'm weak?'
'About as weak as Michael,' I replied. 'Why?'
'Because,' said my brother seriously, 'doesn't it seem an awful thing that a chap my size can't manage a chap his.'
'But there's only three inches between you, and he is six months older.'
'Yes, but three inches is three inches, and what's six months, Meg?'
'You say forty minutes is enough when you boss me.'
'Oh, twins are different, but with Brown I get along all right when I take my stand on the King's Regulations. But when he brings in the Hickley Woods I go to water.'
'No, to brandy.'
'Oh, rub it in,' said Ross, and then because he was so quaint and sweet and I loved him, and he had fainted, and because the lion seemed very tame, I forebore to tease him further and was really nice, kissed him once and petted him a little, and then when I got up to go he said,—