Christopher wrinkled his nose obediently and thought for a moment.
"Why," he said, his face clearing, "we all b'long to each other."
"'The Heart of a Child,'" I said; "the beautifullest love-story ever told. Featuring Little Randolph, the Boy Wonder."
They took no notice. They were all three busy rehearsing the final reconciliation scene.
The Wife. "Must we always 'ave champagne, 'Arry? It don't reely suit me."
The Profiteer. "Of course we must. They might think we couldn't afford it."