“Yes,” said Priscilla’s mother, “very old.”
“Then very likely there are wide cracks in the floor, or even holes?”
“Quite likely,” said Priscilla’s mother.
“Then I think I’ll go at once and see.” Priscilla’s father was very impulsive, and when he thought of a thing he liked to do it.
“Oh, father, may I come too?” cried Priscilla.
“It will make you so late for bed,” said her father.
“Only this once,” Priscilla urged.
“And the shop will be shut,” said her mother.
“Oh, I’ll get them to let me in!” said her father.
“Do let me go, do!” said Priscilla. “I may, mayn’t I?”