He shook his head and made a broad gesture with his draped arm. "Ah let us sit upon the ground and tell sad stories of the deaths of kings."
"Oh Jojo I'm sick of this sort of thing. . . . It's all so silly and dowdy. . . . I wish I hadnt let them make me take my hat off."
"That was so that I should look upon the forbidden forests of your hair."
"Oh Jojo do be sensible."
"How's your husband, Elaine or rathah Helenah?"
"Oh he's all right."
"You dont sound terribly enthusiastic."
"Martin's fine though. He's got black hair and brown eyes and his cheeks are getting to be pink. Really he's awfully cute."
"My deah, spare me this exhibition of maternal bliss. . . . You'll be telling me next you walked in a baby parade."
She laughed. "Jojo it's lots of fun to see you again,"
"I havent fin
