Truthfulness
What did you think you were doing, Farry?
(whispered) He’s but a little child, Pip!
I know, my love, but he ought to know better. He must! The wild green hills are no place for I-hide-and-you-seek-me with a mere faunt!
Goldi’s not a faunt!
Oh? And you, not much more than a faunt, Farry, how ever did you elude your minder, leading that wee lass into the wilds…?
I didn’t!
Farry! Be truthful!
But I didn’t, Mum, truly…
Truly, Farry?
Truly! It was she who led me!
Oh, aye.
Pip?
Isn’t that always how it is…? (laughing despite himself) Ouch!