"Course I managed it!" said Bruno, laughing through his tears. " Doos oo think nobody else but oo ca'n't
Matters were looking distinctly brighter, now Bruno had begun to argue. "Come, let's hear all about it!" I
"My foot took it into its head to slip----" Bruno began.
"A foot hasn't got a head!" Sylvie put in, but all in vain.
"I slipted down the bank. And I tripted over a stone. And the stone hurted my foot! And I trod on a Bee.
And the Bee stinged my finger!" Poor Bruno sobbed again. The complete list of woes was too much for
his feelings. "And it knewed I didn't mean to trod on it!" he added, as the climax.
"That Bee should be ashamed of itself!" I said severely, and Sylvie hugged and kissed the wounded hero
till all tears were dried.
"My finger's quite unstung now!" said Bruno. "Why doos there be stones? Mister Sir, doos oo know?"
"They're good for something," I said: "even if we don't know what. What's the good of dandelions, now?"
" Dindledums?" said Bruno. "Oh, they're ever so pretty! And stones aren't pretty, one bit. Would oo like
some dindledums, Mister Sir?"
"Bruno!" Sylvie murmured reproachfully. "You mustn't say 'Mister' and 'Sir,' both at once! Remember what
I told you!"
"You telled me I were to say Mister' when I spoked about him, and I were to say 'Sir' when I spoked to
"Well, you're not doing both, you know."
"Ah, but I is doing bofe, Miss Praticular!" Bruno exclaimed triumphantly. "I wishted to speak about the
Gemplun----and I wishted to speak to the Gemplun. So a course I said 'Mister Sir'!"
"That's all right, Bruno," I said.
"Course it's all right!" said Bruno. "Sylvie just knows nuffin at all!"
"There never was an impertinenter boy!" said Sylvie, frowning till her bright eyes were nearly invisible.
"And there never was an ignoranter girl!" retorted Bruno. "Come along and pick some dindledums. That's
all she's fit for!" he added in a very loud whisper to me.
"But why do you say 'Dindledums,' Bruno? Dandelions is the right word."
"It's because he jumps about so," Sylvie said, laughing.
"Yes, that's it," Bruno assented. "Sylvie tells me the words, and then, when I jump about, they get shooken
up in my head----till they're all froth!"
I expressed myself as perfectly satisfied with this explanation. "But aren't you going to pick me any
dindledums, after all?"
"Course we will!" cried Bruno. "Come along, Sylvie!" And the happy children raced away, bounding over
the turf with the fleetness and grace of young antelopes.