We must have a proper case made for it.

Aubrey said _you_ would probably want to put it into a bassinet! I suppose he thought your mind would be likely to run on bassinets.

But the Infant always reminds me of the darkest horse-chestnut you ever saw in a bursting bur; so I intend to have a case of polished rosewood made for it, lined with white velvet." Helen laughed, wildly.
"I have not the smallest desire, Ronald, to put your 'cello into a bassinet!" she said.
It dawned upon Ronnie that Helen was not pleased.
"It was a silly joke of Aubrey's.

I told him so.

I said I should tell you _he_ said it, not I.Let's talk of something else." He turned his eyes resolutely from the 'cello, and told her of his manuscript, of the wonderful experiences of his travels, his complete success in finding the long grass thirteen feet high, and the weird, wild setting his plot needed.
Suddenly he became conscious that Helen was not listening.