'Yes, she isn't mine,' said Primrose. 'Why not, Miss Kennedy?'
'Mr. Falkirk always says, "My dear, be a woman and be brave!"—
But I think she fails on both points.'
'I don't understand,' said Primrose, while Rollo's smile grew amused. 'I don't quite understand you, Miss Kennedy. She looks brave to me.'
'No, she don't,' said Wych Hazel decidedly; 'anybody can stick on a helmet. What is that half asleep lion for, Mr. Rollo?'
'He isn't half asleep!' said Primrose. 'He looks very grimly enduring. But I agree with Miss Kennedy, that Fortitude should not wear a helmet, with a plume in it, too! She is quite as apt to be found under a sun-bonnet, I think.'
'Bravo, Prim!' said Rollo.
'And she ought to have her hands crossed.'
'Crossed?' said Wych Hazel.
'Yes, I think so.'
'This fashion?' said the girl folding her tiny hands across her breast. 'They would not stay there two seconds, if I was enduring anything.'