12-06-2011, 03:41 PM
"Good morning, Duchess," said Dick gloomily. "If it is a good morning," he said. "Which I doubt," said he.
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, Duchess, nothing. We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is to it."
"Can't all what?" said L.C., rubbing her nose.
"Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush."
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, Duchess, nothing. We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is to it."
"Can't all what?" said L.C., rubbing her nose.
"Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush."
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.