"Well, I shan't!"
"Don't be a naughty child, Diana! Please come and sit down."
"I hates your grammar—"
"The sun is very hot, Diana, so come and sit down here by me and let us talk like the true friends I hope we are."
With a petulant gesture she obeyed; so there we sat side by side, our backs to the broad bole of the great tree, a branch of which, drooping low, made for us a green bower, as it were. And here, sitting thus side by side, we continued our discussion on this wise:
DIANA (sullenly). However, I don't want any more o' your grammar; I gets along well enough without it—
MYSELF (interrupting). But then I want you to do much more than just get along, Diana.
DIANA. How much more?
MYSELF. Well, I want you to live to the utmost of your capacity, to make the very best of yourself and your life, to become the wonderful woman you may be if only you will. And this you can never do without a knowledge of grammar and deportment.
DIANA. And why d'ye want me to do—to be all this?