“But everybody isn’t out, pussy. Uncle’s at home.”
“Is he? Come out, then. Let’s get into the woods.”
“But I can’t, dear.”
“Oh, why don’t you tell them? You must now.”
“I can’t, dear. It’s impossible yet. Oh, why did you come?”
“Because I wanted to see you pertickler.”
“But I was coming over to the races, and you’d have seen me then.”
“You got my telegram, then?”
“Telegram? No. What telegram?”
“The one I sent, saying I must see you. Yesterday.”