"I don't know," I said sleepily.
"Well—prehaps it's because your mother tells you not to."
"Well, 'at's a silly fing to say," said Margery scornfully.
"It is. I'm thoroughly ashamed of it. I apologise. Good night." And I closed my eyes again....
"I fought you were going to play wiv me, Mr. Bingle," sighed Margery to herself.
"My name is not Bingle," I said, opening one eye.
"Why isn't it Bingle?"
"The story is a very long and sad one. When I wake up I will tell it to you. Good night."
"Tell it to me now."