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`` I gather from your tone that you are not partial to the sex -- you do n't like girls , eh , Imp ? '' `` Should think not , '' he returned ; `` silly things , girls are . There 's Dorothy , you know ; we were playing at executions the other day -- she was Mary Queen of Scots an ' I was the headsman . I made a lovely axe with wood and silver paper , you know ; and when I cut her head off she cried awfully , and I only gave her the weeniest little tap -- an ' they sent me to bed at six o'clock for it . I believe she cried on purpose -- awfully caddish , was n't it ? '' `` My dear Imp , '' said I , `` the older you grow , the more the depravity of the sex will become apparent to you . '' `` Do you know , I like you , '' he said , regarding me thoughtfully , `` I think you are fine . ''