"I dare say you think—because you've not been through it yourself—that it—it's rather ridiculous."
"My dear cousin," protested the Prince.
Her lips quivered. She had gone through much, and she had lived for two days only on milk.
"Do you wipe the puddles up, or does old Fritzing?"
"You see you have come to laugh."
"I hope you'll believe that I've not. Must I be gloomy?"
"How do you know Fritzing's here?"
"Why everybody knows that."
"Everybody?" There was an astonished pause. "How do you know we're here—here, in Creeper Cottage?"
"Creeper Cottage is it? I didn't know it had a name. Do you have so many earwigs?"