Rosalie said, “Darling, I can’t think what you can want such a thing for.”
The lady beside her caught her eye and laughed. “That’s just what I’m asking my small man,” she said.
Her small man, whose face was merry and whose hat appeared to be supported by his ears, looked up at Rosalie with an engaging smile and said in a very frank voice, “It’s jolly useful for lugging up tight things or to hook up toffee that’s stuck.”
They all three laughed. Huggo, busily engaged, took no notice.
He found the knife he wanted. Rosalie showed him another. “Huggo, I’m sure that one’s too heavy and clumsy.”
The voice of the little boy with the hat on his ears came, “Mummie, I’d rather have this one because you chose it.”
Rosalie said to Huggo, “It will weigh down your pocket so.”
“This one! This one!” cried Huggo and made a vexed movement with a foot.
Rosalie, sitting with Harry before the fire in Harry’s room that night said, “Harry, tell me some more of what you said the other day about the children.”
He looked up at her. He clearly was surprised. “You’ve been thinking about it?”