“Come!” groaned William. “Good Lord! Bertram—Billy's a GIRL!”
“A wh-what?”
“A girl.”
“A GIRL!”
“Yes, yes! Don't stand there repeating what I say in that idiotic fashion, Bertram. Do something—do something!”
“'Do something'!” gasped Bertram. “Great Scott, Will! If you want me to do something, don't knock me silly with a blow like that. Now what did you say?”
“I said that Billy is—a—girl. Can't you get that?” demanded William, despairingly.
“Well, by Jove!” breathed Bertram.
“Come, come, think! What shall we do?”
“Why, bring her home, of course.”