“Stand back, goose, and watch me eat.”
“I found it first,” she whimpered.
“Here’s a seed—that’s all you’re worth,” he answered. “Now I go to find more,” said he, jumping up valiantly. “You bake bread and get me butter for when I return.”
“I come too!” she cried. “You eat the whole while I worky work.”
“Fool—toad—weasel—monkey! bake me the bread, or I your neck am breaking!”
And with that they disappeared from the page. Only the picture in its first stage remained visible.
“That’s not pretty at all,” said Rosalie.
“Few things are in real life,” he answered.
“But that was caricature.”
“Not in the way you think. It was caricature, I grant, but with a difference.”