The Marchioness's foolish lisp had called up a vision of the little fire-lit drawing-room and the sound of the carriage-wheels returning down the deserted street.
This whole thing is bringing back very traumatic memories of being a band geek with braces and a lisp and spending the whole evening with skippy gold talking about " star wars."
Which was helpful. And he had a slight lisp, and he'd come back and say—and we were sitting around, a bunch of us sitting around talking, and he'd say, " Whatcha working on, fellas? "
Kamyl was around four or five years old back then, and she had a little lisp, so " Foxy" came out as " Fozhy." I thought it was one of the cutest things I'd ever heard.