"Yes. Jungles."
"And polo."
"Shan't be able to go in for polo."
"Why not?"
"Ponies. Too expensive."
They sat silent.
"What I don't like," Mark said in a sleepy voice, "is leaving Papa."
"Papa?"
He really meant it. "Wish I'd been decenter to him," he said.
And then: "Minky—you'll be kind to little Mamma."