"You're both of you mine," said Kathleen hastily.
"Good little girl." Gerald smiled annoyingly. "Keep baby brother in a good temper till Nursie comes back."
"You're not going out without us?" Kathleen asked in haste.
"I haste away,
'Tis market day,"
sang Gerald,
"And in the market there
Buy roses for my fair.
If you want to come too, get your boots on, and look slippy about it."
"I don't want to come," said Jimmy, and sniffed.