And down the slope of the lawn, Stanny and Dossie rolled over and over in the joy of life. And up the slope they toiled, laughing, to roll interminably down.
And the moments while they rolled were golden, priceless to Ranny. Winny, seated beside him on her chair, watched them rolling.
"It's Stanny's knickers," she said, "that I can't get over!"
"I don't want to hear of them again" (the golden moments were so few). "You make me wish I hadn't brought those kids."
"Oh, Ranny!" Her eyes were serious and reproachful.
"Well—I can't get you to myself one minute."
"But aren't we having quite a happy day?" she said. "What with the beautiful flowers and the music and the Emu—"
"You were sorry, Winky, for that disgraceful bird, and you're not a bit sorry for me."
"Why should I be?"
"My case is similar."