‘To draw! Oh, that’s lovely!’ interrupted Valetta.
‘He is always drawing,’ said Gillian, with an odd laugh.
‘He was brought up to it. First teeth, and then “picturs,” and then—oh, my—ladies home from the wash!’ went on Wilfred.
‘But go on, Will!’ entreated Valetta.
‘Jack and Jill went up the hill
To draw a piece of water—’
‘No, no,’ put in Wilfred—‘that’s wrong!
‘To draw the sergeant’s daughter;
Fangs dragged down unto the town,
And Jill came moaning after!’
‘I didn’t moan—’
‘Oh, you don’t know how disconsolate you looked! Moaning, you know, because her Fangs had to draw the other young woman—eh, Gill? Fangs always leave an aching void, you know.’
‘You ridiculous boy! I’m sure I wish Fangs would leave a void. It wouldn’t ache!’