"Adèle ought to see it," said Daphne. "Why don't you run her over in the car?"
"I will, if she'd like to go. It's a real bit of old England."
"I agree," said Berry. "What with the cocoa-nut shies and the steam roundabouts, you'd think you were back in the Middle Ages. I think I'll come, too."
"Then you go alone," said I. "I don't forget the last time you went."
"What happened?" said Adèle, her eyes lighted with expectation.
Berry sighed.
"It was most unfortunate," he said. "You see, it was like this. B-behind a b-barrier there was a b-booth with a lot of b-bottles, at which you were b-bothered to throw b-balls. If you b-broke three b-bottles——"
"This nervous alliteration," interposed Adèle, "is more than I can b-bear."
"—you received a guerdon which you were encouraged to select from a revolting collection of bric-a-brac which was displayed in all its glory upon an adjacent stall. Laden with munitions, I advanced to the rails.... Unhappily, in the excitement of the moment, I mistook my objective.... It was a most natural error. Both were arranged in tiers, both were pleading for destruction."
"Nonsense," said Daphne. "You did it on purpose. You know you did. I never saw anything more deliberate in all my life."