“Ah! my dear, that does not seem so very long ago. Time passes very quickly. To think of such a great girl as you being poor James’s grandchild!”
“Was my grandpapa much older than you, Aunt Jane?”
“Only three years older, my dear.”
“Then do tell me how you played with him?”
“I never did, my dear; I played with your Aunt Barbara.”
“Dear me how stupid! One can’t do things without boys.”
“No, my dear; boys always spoil girls’ play, they are so rough.”
“Oh! no, no, Aunt Jane; there’s no fun unless one is rough—I mean, not rough exactly; but it’s no use playing unless one makes a jolly good noise.”
“My dear,” said Lady Jane, greatly shocked, “I can’t bear to hear you talk so, nor to use such words.”
“Dear me, Aunt Jane, we say ‘Jolly’ twenty times a day at St. James’s, and nobody minds.”