“Here! Here! What are you teaching them to call me?”
“Dat’s godmamma,” said Sylvius, in a thick voice.
“Dat’s godmamma,” Rose echoed.
“Not on your life, cullies,” their godmother announced, “unless you want a thick ear each.”
“Give me one,” said Sylvius, stolidly.
“Give me one,” Rose echoed.
“How can you tease the poor darlings so?” Olive exclaimed.
“Sylvius will have one,” he announced, in the same thick monotone.
“Rose will have one,” echoed his sister.
Sylvia handed her godson a large painted ball.