“Here’s your thick ear, Pork.”
Sylvius laughed fatly; the ball and the new name both pleased him.
“And here’s yours,” she said, offering another to Rose, who waited to see what her brother did with his and then proceeded to do the same with the same fat laugh. Suddenly, however, her lips puckered.
“What is it, darling?” her mother asked, anxiously.
“Rose wants to be said Pork.”
“You didn’t call her Pork,” Olive translated, reproachfully, to Sylvia.
“Give me back the ball,” said Sylvia. “Now then, here’s your thick ear, Porka.”
Rose laughed ecstatically. After two ornaments had been broken Jack came in, and the children retired with their nurse.
Sylvia found that family life had not spoiled Jack’s interest in that career of hers; indeed, he was so much excited by her news that he suggested omitting for once the ceremony of seeing the twins being given their bath in order not to lose any of the short time available before he should have to go down to the theater. Sylvia, however, would not hear of any change in the domestic order, and reminded Jack that she was proposing to quarter herself on them for some time.
“I know, it’s terrific,” he said.