“I detest your hateful giant, minx!”
“Blue ribbands set off thy beauteous eyes to admiration, dear aunt!”
“I say I’ll not go.”
“And thy morocco shoes, aunt dear ... indeed, thou hast the littlest, prettiest foot i’ the world!”
“I vow I’ll not stir one step to see your odious giant.”
“Then shall I carry thee, thou sweet atomy.”
The Duchess stamped, sat down and frowned, but when she spoke her voice was surprisingly complaisant:
“My cap with the blue ribbands and my morocco shoes? So be it, thou wilful wretch—go you and fetch ’em!”
Herminia yawned, stretched languorously and rose.