He got up. His face was very red. He looked mournful and frightened too.
Yes, frightened.
"I—can't, Mother."
"You can perfectly well. Tell Yearp to come and look at Pussy's ears, I think she's got canker."
"She hasn't," said Jerry defiantly.
"She jolly well has," said Eliot.
"Rot."
"You only say that because you don't like to think she's got it."
"Eliot can go himself. He's fond of Yearp."
"You'll do as you're told, Jerry. It's downright cowardice."
"It isn't cowardice, is it, Daddy?"