‘Have the Clevelands a young child?’ the Canon asked his wife as they drove away. ‘I believe their daughter is about eighteen. She is at Oxford, I think.’ ‘A strange thing that,’ said the Canon, changing gear. ‘One would have thought there was a child about the place. The soap in the wash-basin was modelled in the form of a rabbit, and there were other animals, too, a bear and an elephant.’
