"Oh, but you must know! I always know why I'm crying. I cry at nights when it's all dark, and you can't hear anything. I cry then because I want mummy. Mummy cries sometimes though, and she doesn't know why."
"Do you ask her, then?"
"Yes; and she says she doesn't know. So I suppose ladies don't know sometimes, but boys always do. But you won't say I cried, will you? Promise!"
"I promise," she said firmly.
"Because the others 'ud think I was a baby if they knew, and I'm not really a baby—not in the morning, am I?"
"No; not a bit."
"You wouldn't think I was a baby when you give me my music lesson, would you?"
"No; I always think you're very brave."
He twisted about in the bed. "Put your other arm round my neck, will you?—like mummy does. She always puts both arms—it's much warmer."
She clasped him with both arms.