"Don't be so silly!"
"Well, but it does, you know."
"What do you mean—what things?"
"Well, it feels—gnomy, to me. I s'pecks there's lots of elves about—hidden in the shadows, you know, an' peeping at us."
"There aren't any elves,—or gnomes," said Anthea petulantly, for she was still furiously angry with herself.
"But my Uncle Porges told me—"
"Oh!" cried Anthea, stamping her foot suddenly, "can't you talk of anyone, or anything but—him? I'm tired to death of him and his very name!"
"But I thought you liked him—an awful lot, an'—"
"Well, I don't!"
"But, you said—"