"Budge up, Pevensie." "No," Edmund repeated, folding his arms across his heretofore un-corseted chest. "It's just one night." "And the matinee," Edmund said with a most royal scowl. "To repeat, I will not don a corset." "You'd look fetching in it. Give you some shape." "You'll bring down the house and with your pipes, you're the only one who can do a credible Mabel. You'll show solidarity with the fairer sex." "No." Peter, though, knew the lever that would move the mountain of obstinacy. "And after the show, we'll let you burn every corset in the wardrobe department."
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"No," Edmund repeated, folding his arms across his heretofore un-corseted chest.
"It's just one night."
"And the matinee," Edmund said with a most royal scowl. "To repeat, I will not don a corset."
"You'd look fetching in it. Give you some shape."
"You'll bring down the house and with your pipes, you're the only one who can do a credible Mabel. You'll show solidarity with the fairer sex."
"No."
Peter, though, knew the lever that would move the mountain of obstinacy. "And after the show, we'll let you burn every corset in the wardrobe department."