“Lili, you have a look in your eye.”
“Oh, Margaret, he was so… dishy.”
“Wasn’t he just, but do you think it’s quite right, you being just 13?”
“He gave me the shivers when I saw him. Imagine, a sailor too.”
“Oh dear, what would Crawfie say?”
“Margaret, she must never know.”
“Well, dear sister, I shan’t be the one to say anything. Do you think Mummy noticed?”
“I doubt it, she was rather busy accompanying Daddy as he inspected the men.”
“Perhaps when Uncle Bertie brings him to the Palace, Lilibet. What was the chap’s name again?”
“Philip, silly.”
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