"In Surrey," he muttered; "not far from Richmond, Why?"
"Is the house there?"
"What house?"
"That they quarrelled about."
"Yes. But what's all that to do with you? We're going home to-morrow—you'd better be thinking about your frocks."
"Bless you! They're all thought about. A family feud? It's like the Bible, or Mark Twain—awfully exciting. What did YOU do in the feud, Father?"
"Never you mind."
"Oh! But if I'm to keep it up?"
"Who said you were to keep it up?"
"You, darling."