“Open the drawer for me please, Rhoda,′ said Stanley. ‘Are you ready, Rhoda?’ called their mother. ‘Yes,’ answered Rhoda. ‘Stanley helped.’ ‘It was nothing,’ said Stanley. It is beautiful!′ cried their mother. ‘Hugh and kiss please,’ said Rhoda.”
“Thank you, Piglet,” said Pooh. “What you have just said will be a Great Help to us, and because of it I could call this place Poohanpiglet Corner if Pooh Corner didn’t sound better, which it does, being smaller and more like a corner. Come along.”
“Are you prepared to be the complete Watson?” he asked.
“Watson?”
“Do-you-follow-me-Watson; that one. Are you prepared to have quite obvious things explained to you, to ask futile questions, to give me chances of scoring off you, to make brilliant discoveries of your own two or three days after I have made them myself—all that kind of thing? Because it all helps.”
“My dear Tony,” said Bill delightedly, “need you ask?”
“I may be strong-minded, but no one can say I’m out of my sphere now, for woman’s special mission is supposed to be drying tears and bearing burdens. I’m to carry my share, Friedrich, and help to earn the home.”