This charming exchange is from a favourite children’s book, discovered and devoured when already a so-called grown up.
I liked the child owning up in guilt to a shameful act, and the adult’s sneaky response. Let it be said that Ambrose is a dream uncle who educates his nephews and niece at home, in the company of an owl who coughs up fur-balls when indignant.
‘I did something dreadful,’ said Nan, and she found she was thankful to burst out with it. ‘I read somebody else’s letters.’
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‘Most reprehensible,’ said Uncle Ambrose with interest. ‘Whose? And what was in them?’
Source: Elizabeth Goudge, The Runaways (London: Hesperus Press, 2013), p. 173
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