'But geography, your geography's no better. Why, I heard some one tell you the other day that her son was in Dunkirk, and you said that she must be so thankful to have him in Scotland. I could see the woman thought you dotty, only she was too polite to say so.'
'But, Ross, Dunkirk is so difficult, don't you see how Scotch it sounds. It's one of those places that I try to remember by reversing it. There is a system like that. I think of shortbread and then I know it's France.'
'Well, your system doesn't seem to have worked that time. But now I come to think of it, Meg, you're right. There is a system, whatever is the beastly thing called? Mell-gell-Hell-man-ism, I think it is.'
'Ross!'
'What?'
'You're not to put bad words into my mind.'
'I'm not, I said a sentence.'
'But no sentence could possibly begin with "Hell man."'
'Of course it could. I could say heaps.'
'Yes, but not fit for my young ears.'