“What would you?” said Michael, more persuasively than ever.
“I’m blessed if I know. There, Annie, what does anyone call a canary?”
“Don’t ask me, I’m sure. No,” simpered Annie.
“I shouldn’t call them nothing, I shouldn’t,” Mrs. Frith finally decided. “It isn’t like dogs.”
“What’s the matter?” said Nurse, bustling into the kitchen. “Has one got out? Has one got out?”
“I was telling Master Michael here,” said Cook, “as how I shouldn’t call neither of them nothing. Not if I was he.”
“Call what? Call what?” Nurse asked quickly.
“His new dicky-birds.”
“Must have names. Yes. Yes. Must have names. Dick and Tom. Dick and Tom.”
“But one’s a girl,” Michael objected.