"Bingo Little you give that back!" I shouted.
"But, Bertie, she's beautiful!" sighed Bingo.
I leapt on top of him and pinned him down. "You take that back, Bingo. You take that back this instance. She's a girl!"
The other boys in the room were lined up against the wall, none daring to interrupt; all their eyes were focused on the photograph held in Bingo's right hand.
"Of course she's a girl. The most beautiful girl in the world. Look at the way her dress is laid out about her on the grass. And the way the sun-" Bingo was cut off when I cuffed him soundly against the ear.
"Never talk about my sister again."