"Such sport, mater. We fed the elephant."
"And the rabbits—"
"And a monkey carried off Gwendolen's gloves—"
"Children," exclaimed Mrs. Hilary impotently, looking from one to the other, "where have you been?" (She pronounced it bean.)
"To the park, mater—"
"To see the animals—"
"Oh, mater, you should see the ducky little baby lion!"
"What is it that they call you?" inquired a perpetually smiling young kindergartner who had just taken possession of a top-floor hall-room.
Mrs. Hilary glanced at her slightingly.
"What is it that they call me? Why, mater, of course."