“What will happen?” said Wee Willie Winkie, who firmly believed that his father was omnipotent.
“I shall get into trouble,” said Coppy, playing his trump card with an appealing look at the holder of the ace.
“Ven I won’t,” said Wee Willie Winkie briefly. “But my faver says it’s un-man-ly to be always kissing, and I didn’t fink you’d do vat, Coppy.”
“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 do vat, you know.”
There was a long pause, broken by Wee Willie Winkie.
“Are you fond of vis big girl, Coppy?”