"Absolutely, Betty. Why?"

"Only because Hugh wondered if it wasn't or him, too. He only
wondered, and I said I didn't suppose one present could be for two
people, because then it wouldn't be such a very real present,
would it?"

I said, "Of course not"; and I told her the story of the two men
who owned one elephant, and one man said to the other: "I don't
know what you are going to do with your half; I am going to shoot
mine!"

"And did he, Aunt Woggles? " asked Betty, her eyes wide with
horror.

"I wonder," I said. "I'll race you to the end of the passage."

"I won," cried Betty. "No, we both of us did," she added,
slipping her hand into mine.

That evening Diana told me that a few days before, she had heard
the following conversation between Hugh and Betty:

"I am going to shoot my cock."

"Hugh!" said Betty, "don't, it's a darlin' cock."

"But it doesn't lay eggs," said Hugh.

"I don't think cocks are supposed to lay eggs," said Betty