“Why,” said Older Brother. “I must have coughed up some of the Gapeworms! I can breathe with my mouth shut.”
“So can I,” said Younger Brother.
“So can I,” said Little Sister.
“Then come down to the meadow for the rest of the day,” said their mother. “We can find good feeding there.”
“We will come,” answered the three, and they were hardly away from their mother’s side during the rest of that day. Once they got near the fence that separated the meadow from the road, and a couple of Chickens from the other farm called to them to come across. “Uh-uh!” they answered. “Our mother doesn’t want us to.”
They did not even ask their mother what she thought about their going, and there was no reason why they should, for they knew perfectly well that they ought not to go. When they had walked so far away that they were sure of not being overheard, they looked each other in the eye and said solemnly, “You don’t catch us going where our mother thinks we should not!”
