“You aren’t the only one. I want mummy, too.”
“Where is mummy?”
“I couldn’t tell you exactly. At a luncheon-party somewhere.”
“What’s luncheon-party?”
“A sort of entertainment where everybody eats too much and talks all the time without ever saying a thing that’s worth hearing.”
Bill considered this gravely.
“Why?”
“Because they like it, I suppose.”
“Why do they like it?”
“Goodness knows.”