Scouts Out
“And so, Miss Wren,” said Mr. Eugene Wrayburn, “I cannot persuade you to dress me a doll?”
“No,” replied Miss Wren snappishly; “if you want one, go and buy one at the shop.”
“And my charming young goddaughter,” said Mr. Wrayburn plaintively, “down in Hertfordshire—”
(“Humbugshire you mean, I think,” interposed Miss Wren.)
“—is to be put upon the cold footing of the general public, and is to derive no advantage from my private acquaintance with the Court Dressmaker?”