“Not so often as I would like, sir. Dorrie can’t always get away.”
“And does Dorrie go rat-hunting?”
“Of course she does. She has a splendid dog. Teddy is hers, too, and he’s just a brick.”
“Teddy’s a brick? But of what use is a brick on hunting expeditions?”
“Oh, you know what I mean. Teddy is the jolliest little pony in the world.”
“You seem fond of Teddy?”
“Rather.”
“And of Bobby?”
“I wonder who wouldn’t be!”
“And of Dorrie?”