"You may have some ice-cream pretty soon and you may come and sit on my lap now. Will that do?"
"I know who I love," Madget said, pushing aside the folds of gingham and climbing into the coveted place, "but I won't tell."
"Do you want to see the beautiful present that my mother brought me, Madget?"
"I want a beautiful present," said Madget.
"I am going to give you a present," Elizabeth said, "but not now, because you asked for it. It isn't nice to ask for things. You must just wait until people give them to you."
"All right," Madget said, unexpectedly.
"That's the way those children are," Elizabeth explained, seriously, "Moses especially. You tell them what isn't nice, and then they agree with you, and there isn't any argument. It just leaves you feeling flat."
"Madget is only waiting seraphically for her present to come without asking," Mrs. Swift said.
"See what I have!" Elizabeth took a gayly-coloured rubber cape and bathing cap to match from the back of the chair on which she was sitting, and spread them out for the child's inspection. "I carry them around everywhere I go, Mother."
"Rainbows," said Madget, ecstatically.