"What are you doing?" said nurse.
But neither of the children answered. Toddles's head felt as if it had suddenly become twice its usual size, and Trot did not feel quite sure where she was, or whether she was standing on her head or her heels.
"TODDLES AND TROT WERE SITTING SIDE BY SIDE."
Nurse picked them up, and kissed them and comforted them, but quite forgot to scold the two miserable little pickles.
They didn't say anything about the circus, and somehow or other Toddles thought he would like to go to bed early; and of course there was no use in Trot staying up by herself, so she went to bed early too.
Next morning the children slept late, and did not seem very eager to get up when they did wake.
"Trot," said Toddles, sighing deeply, "it is the party day. What shall we do about the circus?"
Trot only answered with something between a groan and a growl.
"Children," said mother, coming into the nursery after breakfast, "shall we write to the boys and girls, and tell them to come another day?"