that's all right -- it's -- only -- the stupid -- old mantelpiece
-- I always go into that -- it sticks out so -- doesn't it? It is
hard -- rather!"

Dolly was a flyer and no mistake. I was brought to a standstill
at last by colliding with Thomas's Fraulein.

"It's all right," said Dolly generously, "you didn't hurt us!"

Fraulein was hurled on to a sofa and made no remark. She gave up
temporarily the management of Thomas's left leg.

"Shall we sit out?" said Dolly. "It is hot, isn't it?"

She fanned herself with a very small program and tossed her hair
back from her face. It was such lovely hair.

"Hair is beastly stuff, isn't it?" she said. "Wouldn't you love
to be a boy? Oh, I promised mother not to say I 'beastly'; that's
one of the things I would like to be a boy for, because boys may
do such an awful lot of things."

I soon found out that Dolly liked boys better than girls.

She loved horses and dogs.

She hated and detested bearing-reins.

She didn't want to come out.