"How funny! But she's not a bit like Mona."
"No. Miss Webb said to Mona when she told her, 'You are a child beside her, Mona.' Now, what did she mean by that?"
Jill pondered.
"Miss Falkner looks older. And I expect being good makes you old. Miss Falkner is very good. I'm sure when I try to be very good, and make you and Bumps good too, I feel—I feel a hundred years old!"
"I don't think children are meant to be very good," said Jack. "People always talk of us as if we're wicked. P'raps we ought to be good on Sundays."
"If we're walking to the Golden City, we ought to be good every day," said Jill decidedly.
Jack shook his curly head.
"I've thought of a lovely game I'm going to make Bumps play at."
"What?" asked Jill in an eager tone.
"Why you know the story that comes in our reading-books about the geese who saved Rome by cackling when the enemy was creeping up. I'm going to be the enemy, and Bumps and you must be asleep."