Susan went with her Father. He took her hand, and led her into her Mother's room. The room was dark, and her Mother was lying in the bed. Susan was afraid that she was sick. She went to her and said,—
"Dear Mother, are you sick? You look very pale."
Her Mother kissed her, and said, "I am very weak, my dear child; but do you not want to see your little brothers?"
"Brothers?—where?" cried Susan. "Have I a brother?"
"Two of them," said her Father. "Come here, Susan, here they both are, fast asleep."
Susan went up to the great easy chair, and on the cushion she saw, all tucked up warm, two little round fat faces lying close together. Their noses nearly touched each other, and they looked funny enough.
"Well, Susan," said her Father, "do you like the monkeys?"
"Oh, Father!" answered the little girl, clasping her hands, "I am so glad—I am so happy! They are exactly alike,—how I shall love them, the dear little toads!"
"Toads!" said her Father, laughing; "they don't look a bit like toads."
"Well, I said that because I loved them so," replied Susan, "just as you sometimes call me your little mouse."