If I put my arms round it, it would be full of sharp edges which would hurt.

If I tried to get any emotion out of it, it would only jingle." "What do you want then ?" "Nothing.

But if I must--let it be plain flesh and blood." "Cannibal!" said my aunt.
We both laughed.
"But you can have plenty of flesh and blood, with money as well, for the asking," she insisted; and thereupon my two cousins, Dora and Gwendolen, entered the drawingroom and interrupted the conversation.

They are both bouncing, fresh-faced girls, in the early twenties.

They ride and shoot and bicycle and golf and dance, and the elder writes little stories for the magazines.