"I am mizzabel," Ronnie continued. "Please come quickly and take me away. Cejic and Githa do not like me. They are so pompshus——"
"What's that?" asked the man.
"I do not like them," Ronnie went on. "I like the dogs much better; kiss them all on their foreheads for me, not their noses, they are too wet, especially Rannoch. Please come quick. I am so mizzable. Your loving Ronnie.... That's all, thank you."
"Mizzable, eh?" the man repeated. "Is it indiscreet to ask why?"
"I don't know exactly myself," said Ronnie. "It just is."
"Ah," said the man. "I know that; that's the very worst kind. Long since you came Home?"
"Oh, very long," Ronnie answered sadly. "Ages and ages."
"Hm-m-m!" said the man. "With relations?"
"Yes, but Uncle Gerald's a relation too, you know, only he's a nice one—oh, a 'dorable relation."
"How is it you're here and not with him then?" asked the man.