"I am very glad to hear it."
"What's that?"
"Don't touch. It's the foot-brake."
"What's a foot-brake?"
"Is it a nice foot-brake?"
"Do you like having a foot-brake?"
"Have all motor-cars got foot-brakes?"
"Does Daddy like foot-brakes?"
The extreme idiocy of the questions launched at him drew forth a stifled ejaculation from the owner of the foot-brake, but Ruthie and Ambrose received no further enlightenment on the subject of their enquiries.
"Here's Daddy!"