“Dear me,” said Henry, “I feel like Uriah Heep. It’s as good as the chiming of old bells to see Robin Grey in the flesh.”
The twins murmured agreeably and Colin said: “You haven’t grown much.”
“I know,” said Roberta. “I’m a pygmy.”
“A nice pygmy,” said Charlot.
“Do you think she’s pretty?” asked Frid. “I do.”
“Not exactly pretty,” said Stephen. I’d call her attractive.”
“Really!” Said Lord Charles mildly. “Does Robin, who I must say looks delightful, enjoy a public dissection of her charms?”
“Yes,” said Roberta. “From the family, I do.”
“Of course she does,” shouted Patch, dealing Roberta a violent buffet across the shoulders.
“What do you think of me?” asked Frid, striking an attitude. “Aren’t I quite, quite lovely?”