“What thall I be?” he mimicked shrilly, “what thall I be? What thall I be?”
Violet Elizabeth did not run home in tears as he had hoped she would. She laughed gleefully.
“It doth thound funny when you thay it like that!” she said delightedly. “Oh, it doth! Thay it again! Pleath thay it again.”
Douglas was nonplussed.
“Anyway,” he said, “you jolly well aren’t going to play, so there.”
“Pleath let me play,” said Violet Elizabeth. “Pleath.”
“No. Go away!”
William and Ginger secretly admired the firm handling of this female by Douglas.
“Pleath, Douglath.”
“No!”