“Root,” echoed the boy, and he went off with these crackers: “Root—of—the—tree.”
“Next one!” cried Emily.
“Put—the—ol——” began the boy.
“What?” cried Emily.
“Ole—on——”
“Wait a bit!” cried Emily, and then the machine broke down.
“Hang!” she ejaculated.
“Hang!” shouted the child.
She laughed, and leaned over to him:
“‘Put the oil in the pan to boil, while I toil in the soil—Oh, Cyril, I never knew you were there! Go along now, Sam: David ’ll be at the back somewhere.”