“I am afraid,” remarked One-and-Nine sadly, “that she will never condescentionise to affectionate me.”
“Who?” exclaimed Boy.
“That majestuous lady, the Royal Nurse,” said One-and-Nine, sighing sentimentally.
“You don’t mean to say that you have fallen in love with her, surely?” said Boy, feeling greatly inclined to laugh.
“Who could help it?” declared the Wooden Soldier. “I am completely smot!”
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“Smot! What’s that?” asked Boy.
“Smite, smitten, smot,” exclaimed One-and-Nine.