"I wish you wouldn't think it's rows every time we don't agree!" When Mother had gone out again, Bobbie broke out:-- "Peter, I AM sorry you're hurt.

But you ARE a beast to say I'm a prig." "Well," said Peter unexpectedly, "perhaps I am.

You did say I wasn't a coward, even when you were in such a wax.

The only thing is--don't you be a prig, that's all.

You keep your eyes open and if you feel priggishness coming on just stop in time.