But of course mannikin must leave his daisies, and come and poke and pry and bother with questions, until at last Baby got up and took him by his little hand, and led him back to his hole, saying,
"You're a very naughty little man indeed. And I'm very cross with you—very cross."
But mannikin only swaggered along at her side, nodding his head very wisely, and saying,
"I know—I know," which was a very favourite saying of mannikin's.
But Baby answered very short,
"I'm sure you don't," and locked him in good and tight for the rest of the day.
And that evening when Tiny came back from the Fort, Baby hid the little clothes away, and walked about on his arm, talking poetry-talk in the twilight among the roses; and she didn't say one word about the secret.
But Tiny saw there was something up all the same. And when he went to tidy up the boot-hole for the night, mannikin came to him in tears, and begged him to get Baby to forgive him, and to say he promised not to mention one word about the little clothes.
And when Tiny heard about the little clothes, he thought,
"Now I know!" and went pale all over with excitement.