"They ought to," said I.
There was a silence. The round eyes of Phyllis were full of suspicion.
"Daddy said," she remarked slowly, "that he did law."
"So he does," I answered.
"Well, what's that, then?"
Small girls ask questions in two words which wise men must write books to answer.
"The law," I answered warily, "gives reasons for things that are unreasonable."
"Like what?" said Phyllis.
I laughed a little uneasily. This was getting difficult.
"Oh—er—things like getting married," I said, "and refraining from shooting little girls who ask questions."