“Thousands of times.”
“Bringing bags of gold? O Hal! Hal!”
“I want to know,” continued David, who had been digesting the startling fact, “how the pig swings the bag on his back? I don’t think ours could do it.”
“It’s a sort made on purpose,” said Hal.
“Made on purpose by Mr. Henry Merrifield,” said Susan, at last able to speak. “Don’t believe one word, David dear; Hal is laughing at you.”
“But how does a pig do it?” asked David, returning to the charge.
“Why do you want to know, my dear?” asked Miss Fosbrook.
“Mary’s sister said so.”
“I know,” exclaimed Susan; “Davy went out with the nursery children to-day, and they went to see Mary’s sister. Her husband is drowned because he was a sailor; and the Mermaid went to South America; and there are five little tiny children.”
“Of the mermaid’s?” cried Harry.