“Gosh, that’s better already,” said David after a minute. “Thanks awfully. Perhaps if I drank some tea the other side, it wouldn’t hurt it.”
There was a cake also, and David was induced to try this as well.
“Better,” he said at last.
“That’s good. More?”
“Well, just a little. Then I’ll wash up for you properly, just for once.”
“That’ll be ripping of you. And, as we’re pretending you’re my fag again, I shall just jaw you. You see, I know quite well what it feels like to do something goatish, just because it’s against the rules, but that wears off, David. You’ll get to know that most rules are pretty sensible. You see you couldn’t have a whole division of stuffed seals. Therefore you mustn’t have any.”
David laughed in a full-mouthed manner.
“Oh, but wouldn’t they look ripping?” he said.
“Yes, but things couldn’t go on if every one behaved like you. Therefore you mustn’t. See? By the way, I told Adams you were the straightest chap in the world.”
David flushed with pleasure.