"Is your nurse French?" enquired Colonel Sturt.
"Yes—she's French."
"Then why do you speak to her in English?"
"I never speak French on Sunday," answered Humphrey; "I don't think it's right."
"Not right! Why not?"
"Lessons are wrong on Sunday; and French is a sort of lessons—so French must be wrong too."
"Humphie," said little Miles, running in: "Virginie says you must come, or you'll be late for chairs."
"What does he mean?" asked Colonel Sturt.
"He means prayers," answered Humphrey; "he always calls them 'chairs' because he only sees the long rows before we begin, as he's too young to stay. I suppose, as it's so wet, we are not going to church."
"Oh, that's it—is it? Well I'm inclined to think you ought to go then, Humpty-Dumpty, or whatever it is he calls you."