And when Baby saw that, she hopped, and whispered,
"Oh, Mother!" because she loved it so.
And baby's mother chuckled and said,
"Yes, you are a lucky child."
But Tiny said nothing, and took all the glory instead, which was rather a favourite thing of Tiny's, and quite a lie; for he'd done nothing for it.
All the same it was very curious that when Baby was with Tiny he told the truth on the whole much more, and kept all his lies for the Fellows.
And the more he was with her the more truth he told: so that it almost looked as though, if he went on long enough, he would never tell a lie, to call one, any more. And that is what they call Influence.
And nobody knows quite what Influence is, but it's what women do.
So you see it's rather jolly to be a woman, because if you're a man you can't, though you think you can, because of conceit.
Then they led Baby's mother into the house. And after they had fed her, they took her and put her on a little chair in a quiet cupboard by herself, and locked her in; and she was to be good-and-go-to-sleep till they came for her.