“Malice ill becomes one of your age, Dominie,” said the Bonnie Lassie with dignity.
“I’m quite serious,” I protested.
“And very unjust. Bobbie is an adorable little person, when you know her.”
“Does Julien know her well enough to have discovered a self-evident fact?”
“Only,” pursued my companion, ignoring the question, “she is bored and a little spoiled.”
“So she comes down here to escape being bored and to get more spoiled.”
“Julien won’t spoil her.”
“He certainly doesn’t appear to bore her.”
“She’s having the tables turned on her without knowing it. Julien is doing her a lot of good. Already she’s far less beneficent and bountiful and all that sort of stuff.”
“Lassie,” said I, “what, if I may so express myself, is the big idea?”