It was very clever of her.

We _ought_ to give her birthday-gifts, don't you think?
And yet you call her a child!" "At seventeen, what else ?" "Don't be ridiculous, Margaret," says Lady Rylton pettishly; "and, above all things, don't be old-fashioned.

There is no such product nowadays as a child of seventeen.

There isn't _time_ for it.

It has gone out! The idea is entirely exploded.