"To breakfast," said Martin cheerfully.
"Suppose you'd been seen," scolded Joscelyn.
"Then our tales would have been at an end," said Martin. "Would this have distressed you?"
"The sooner they're ended the better," said Joscelyn, "if you can do nothing but babble of sticky unicorns."
"It was fresh from the oven," explained Martin meekly. "I wish we could have gingerbread for breakfast instead of bread."
"Do not be sure," said Joscelyn severely, "that you will get even bread."
"I am in your hands," said Martin, "but please be kinder to the ducks."
Joscelyn, all of a fluster, then put new bread in the place of Gillian's old; but her annoyance was turned to pleasure when she discovered that the little round top of yesterday's loaf had entirely disappeared.
"Upon my word!" cried she, "the cure is taking effect."
"I believe you are right," said Martin. "How sorry the ducks will be."