"He is homesick," said the Professor, as Bambi finished and folded the letter.
"Homesick to argue with you," snapped Bambi.
"He said, 'Or talk with you.' "
"Excuse me. He said, 'Or even talk with you.' I shall punish him for that."
"He isn't comfortable. Hot and mid-Victorian. He isn't responsible," excused her father.
"He won't be comfortable when he gets the penalty," said Bambi, fiercely.
"I am surprised that he consented to change his play. Samson's locks are certainly shorn."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You have shaved him, my dear."
"Are you calling me Delilah?"