I wish you had been with us, Miss Jean.

Why wouldn't you come ?" "I had things to do," said Jean primly.
"Couldn't the things have waited?
Good days in December are precious, Miss Jean--and Pam and I are going away next week.

Promise you will go with us next time--on Saturday, to the Eildon Hills." "What's your Christian name, please ?" Jock broke in suddenly, remembering the discussion.

"Jean says it's Richard Plantagenet--_is_ it ?" Jean flushed an angry pink, and said sharply: "Don't be silly, Jock.

I was only talking nonsense." "Well, what is it ?" Jock persisted.
"It's not quite Richard Plantagenet, but it's pretty bad.