CHAPTER I A KNOCK AT THE RED DOOR
" It's a shame, Dulcie. We mayn't go out just because it's raining a few drops," said the boy at the nursery window.
" Yes, a fearful shame," replied his sister. She always sympathised with him and gave in to him, right or wrong. She Carefully propped her doll bolt upright on a chair and came to where he stood. " Never mind, Cyril. Let's play at something."
" Yes, but I do mind. It's too bad ! It's always ' you mustn't' this, ' you mustn't' that. It would be a saving of breath if they'd just say the few things that we might do. Are you willing to go on putting up with it ? I suppose you are, as you're only a girl."