He shook his head. He was mournful and serious.
"And there's going to be a Magic Lantern"--
"I know."
"And a Funny Man"--
"I know."
"And a Big White Cake with sugar icing and Rosalind's name on it in pink letters, and eight candles--"
"I know, Mummy." Michael's under lip began to shake.
"I thought it was only little baby boys that were silly and shy."
Michael was not prepared to contest the statement. He saw it was the sort of thing that in the circumstances she was bound to say. All the same his under lip would have gone on shaking if he hadn't stopped it.
"I thought you were a big boy," said Frances.