“We can open the gates again,” said Armine.
“Oh! the flowers!” cried Babie in an ecstasy.
“Yes,” said Janet. “I suppose we shall spend the early spring in the country, but we must have the best part of the season in London now that we can get out of banishment, and enjoy rational conversation once more.”
“Rational fiddlestick,” muttered Bobus.
“That’s what any girl who wasn’t such a prig as Janet would look for,” said Jock.
“Well, of course,” said Janet. “I mean to have my balls like other people; I shall see life thoroughly. That’s just what I value this for.”
Bobus made a scoffing noise.
“What’s up, Bobus?” asked Jock.
“Nothing, only you keep up such a row, one can’t read.”
“I’m sure this is better and more wonderful than any book!” said Jock.