"How does that signify?" Quickly he took up the challenge. Clearly here was a matter which had seen much discussion. "Pink for a girl, and blue for a boy," she explained with conscious superiority. But she couldn't continue to tease him. His face had become long. "Perhaps not, dear," she murmured. And then, with a little air: "Anyway, they'll be very useful, I'm sure. They are exceedingly fine and dainty, and it is not easy to get things good enough, away out here." But there he put his foot down. _She_ had not been very keen about politics! Or the ministry! Indeed! "Pink for a girl?" he asked. "That's straight?" "That's straight." "Then he'll not wear them, ever. No son of mine shall be made a sissy of, while he's still too helpless to prevent." But there they started and grew red at my presence which they had forgotten, for I had to laugh. Happy? I didn't answer the amateur critic, but I don't mind saying so here. And somehow I feel that I should know. I'm Hamilton.