"Her real name is Margery, but she calls herself Madget, and so we call her that. Madget means a dwarft, and she's little for her age. I'm nine."
"I'm seven."
"I'm four," said Madget.
All this had so much the effect of a recitation that Elizabeth asked them if they spoke pieces.
"I speak 'Shavings,'" Moses said. "I—I mean Excelsior."
"I speak 'Baby's Evening Prayer.'"
"I speak, 'Little drops o' water—little grains o' sand—make a mighty ocean—an' a pleasant land,'" Madget contributed.
"She didn't ask you to speak it," Moses said, witheringly, "she only asked did you speak it."
"And you went and spoke it," Mabel added, accusingly.
The wail that Madget set up at being accused of this breach of polite usage sent Elizabeth's arms straight around her.