"Oh, and I suppose you'll be sending a frosted cake to the Lowestoft lady, too, eh ?" Billy's chin rose to a defiant stubbornness.
"I'm going to try to--if I can find out what kind of frosting she likes." "How about the Alice lady--or perhaps I should say, the Lady Alice ?" smiled the man.
Billy relaxed visibly.
"Yes, I know," she sighed.

"There is--the Lady Alice.

But, anyhow, she can't call a Christmas present 'charity'-- not if it's only a little bit of frosting!" Billy's chin came up again.
"And you're going to, really, dare to send her something ?" "Yes," avowed Billy.

"I'm going down there one of these days, in the morning--" "You're going down there! Billy--not alone ?" "Yes.

Why not ?" "But, dearie, you mustn't.