'I'm not always kissing, old chap. It's only now and then, and when you're bigger you'll do it too. Your father meant it's not good for little boys.'
'Ah!' said Wee Willie Winkie, now fully enlightened. 'It's like ve sputter-brush?'
'Exactly,' said Coppy gravely.
'But I don't fink I'll ever want to kiss big girls, nor no one, 'cept my muvver. And I must vat, you know.'
There was a long pause, broken by Wee Willie Winkie.
'Are you fond of vis big girl, Coppy?'
'Awfully!' said Coppy.
'Fonder van you are of Bell or ve Butcha—or me?'
'It's in a different way,' said Coppy. 'You see, one of these days
Miss Allardyce will belong to me, but you'll grow up and command the
Regiment and—all sorts of things. It's quite different, you see.'
'Very well,' said Wee Willie Winkie, rising. 'If you're fond of ve big girl, I won't tell any one. I must go now.'