DIPLOMACY.
"Tell us," said Phyllis laboriously, "about diploma——" and there it stuck.
"Tistics," added Lillah in a superior manner.
Being an uncle, I can never give my brain a rest. It is the easiest thing in the world to be found out by a child of seven.
"You mean," I said, "diplomatists?"
"Yes," said Phyllis in a monotone. "Daddy said they-weren't-any earthly-blast-them and——"
"Yes, yes!" I said hastily. I can imagine what George said about diplomatists. He held a good deal of Balkan stock.
"Well, are they?" asked Lillah innocently.
"Diplomatists," I said, "are people in spats and creased trousers, and the truth is not in them."