“It’s being strong—and well—and able to run miles and miles,” said Erebus raising her voice to make her meaning clearer.
“You needn’t shout at her,” said the Terror.
“I’m trying to make her understand,” said Erebus firmly.
“But I do understand—when it is not the slang you are using. I know English quite well,” said the princess.
“You certainly speak it awfully well,” said the Terror politely.
He went down the bank and hauled up his bicycle. They went a little deeper into the wood and reached their goal, the banks of a small pool.
They sat down in a row, and the princess looked at its cool water, in the cool green shade of the tall trees, with refreshed eyes.
“This is different,” she said with a faint little sigh of pleasure.
