"An enormous castle," I said, starting to dig the foundations.
"Dat's a velly, velly vitty hole," said Sara.
"It's going to be a castle, darling."
"For Yaya to live in?"
"Perhaps."
"And Nannie and Aunt Woggles and Hugh and Betty and muvver?"
Sara danced with joy at the prospect, and Sara dancing in bathing-drawers was distracting. I dug industriously, however, and it was very hot. Sara looked on, occasionally watering the castle and me too.
"Not too much water, darling," I said, "because it makes Aunt Woggles so wet."
Sara subsided for the moment. "Is it a velly big castle?" she asked every now and then with evident anxiety.
"It's going to be, darling," I said.