"I know. But grown-ups are funny," said Pip. "I'm sure most of them wouldn't like children creeping about their houses looking for clues."
"Well, I don't see what else to do," said Larry. "I really don't. Anyway, silly, we've got to put back the shoe that Daisy took, haven't we?"
"Yes," agreed Pip. "That certainly must be done. Don't get caught, that's all!"
"I shan't," said Larry. "Sh - here comes your mother, Pip. Talk about something else."
Pip's mother asked Fatty how he was after his fall. Fatty was delighted, because the others had quite forgotten to ask about his bruises again.
"Thank you, I'm all right," he said, "but my bruises
are rather extraordinary. I've got one the shape of a dog's head - rather like Buster's head, really."
"Really?" said Pip's mother,, astonished. "Do let me
seek!"
Fatty spent a wonderful five minutes showing all his braises, one after another, especially the one shaped like a dog's head. It was difficult to see how he made out that it was shaped like one, but Pip's mother seemed most interested. The children scowled. How annoying grown-ups were! Here they had been trying to stop Fatty from continually showing off and boasting, and now Pip's mother was making him ten times worse.