“A lovely Christmas,” Nancy echoed.
“Well, I’m sure I’ve enjoyed myself, and Mrs. Bugbird said she’s never laughed so much in all her life as what she did when Mr. Fuller was imitating them animals. ‘Lifelike,’ she said they was, and she spent her girlhood on a farm, so that’s a bit of a compliment coming from her. Well, good night. Oh, dear, oh, dear, before we know where we are we shall be seeing in the New Year. I’m bound to say, what with one thing and another life’s full of fun.”
CHAPTER X
THE PANTOMIME
“Now listen, Letizia, you’re to be a very good little girl and do anything that Mrs. Pottage tells you without arguing,” Nancy admonished her small daughter before she left Starboard Alley next morning to dress for the matinée.
“Can I take my lamb what Santy Claus gave me to the pantomine?”
“Yes, I daresay Mrs. Pottage will let you.”
“And my dog? And my monkey? And my rub-a-dub-dub and my wheedle-wheedle and my....”
“No, darling, you can take the lamb, but the others must stay at home.”
“I aspeck they’ll cry,” Letizia prophesied solemnly. “Because they guessed they was going to the pantomine.”