We had oceans of time, for the fete did not begin till two. But we agreed there must be a rehearsal of some kind.
"What do you know about yourself, Punch?"
"I have a foggy recollection of domestic differences."
"You used to beat me cruelly."
"Ah, but you had a nagging tongue, Judy. I can hear your defiant 'wootle' now."
Her lips parted in a smile at the reminiscence, and before they closed again she had slipped something between them. The next instant the wood rang with a regular hurricane of toots and wootles.
"Oh, Judy!"
"Wootle?" she said inquiringly.
"Rather! But hush—you'll wake the echoes."
"And why not? They ought to be up and about by now."