“Very well, thank you, Lady Charlotte,” said Mary.
“Very well, thank you lazy Cha’lot,” said Peter.
“That’s right. We shall soon get along Famously. And how’s my little Joan?”
Joan took refuge behind Mary.
“Pee-Bo!” said Lady Charlotte tremendously, and craned her head.
Peter regarded the lady incredulously. He wanted to ask a question about the whisker. But something in Mary’s grip upon his wrist warned him not to do that. In this world, he remembered suddenly, there are Unspeakable Things. Perhaps this was one of them.... That made it all the more fascinating, of course.
Lady Charlotte was shown the nursery; she stayed to nursery tea. She admired everything loudly.
“And so these are your Toys, lucky Peter. Do you play with them all?”
“Joan’s toys too,” said Joan.
“Such a Pretty Room!” said Lady Charlotte with gestures of approval. “Such a Pretty Outlook. I wonder you didn’t make it the Drawing-Room. Isn’t it a pretty room, Unwin?”