[Anticipating an immediate demand for a goose's noise he clears his throat nervously.
Pamela (with authority). This one isn't making any noise. It's jus' thinking. (Her father accepts the correction and swallows again.) H for Gee-gee. Stupid gee-gee.
Her Father. Why stupid?
Pamela. 'Acos its tail looks silly.
Her Father (glancing at the tail, which bears some resemblance to an osprey's feather). You're right; it does.
Her Mother. I wonder whether it's wrong to let children get accustomed to bad drawings?
Her Father. Pamela doesn't get accustomed—she criticises. If it weren't for a silly tail here, a stupid face there, her critical faculty might lie for ever dormant.
Pamela (having turned over four or five pages with one grasp of the hand, as if determined to suppress the unsatisfactory horse). R for Bunny.
Her Mother. No, dear, Rabbit. R for Rabbit. B for Bunny.
Pamela (gently). No; B is for Dicky. The ugly dicky wiv the blue mouf.