‘Who’ll hear us say our prayers?’ asked Billy anxiously.

‘Whom you like.’

‘Won’t you?’

‘Yes, I will.’

‘Ursula?’

‘Well Billy?’

‘Is it WHOM you like?’

‘That’s it.’

‘Well what is WHOM?’

‘It’s the accusative of who.’

There was a moment’s contemplative silence, then the confiding:

‘Is