“Two helpings of spotted-dog!” shrieked Jim, finding his ultimatum had not received an answer.
“Then you’ll have pains in your inside,” said his mother, “and have to go to bed till next Friday.”
“Saturday!” screamed Daisy, with a sudden lapse from the philosophic.
“Now, darlings, take care don’t tip up the punt. Have you both finished your tea?”
“Ages ago,” said Jim.
“Very well, put all the things back into the tea-basket.”
“And may I pour the rest of the tea into the river?” asked Daisy.
“Yes, and Jim shall give the rest of that bun to the swans.”
“And then will you tell us another story? Please!”
“Yes, if you like, and then we shall have to get home, to be there when Aunt Edith comes.”