"Now, Mrs. Fielding, what do you think of my red cross knights?"
"Delightful! oh, delightful! But pray, Mr. Arundel, what are the red crosses for?"
"Oh! so that they shall be known by fishermen. They have often been captured in the lobster creels, but no one would think of killing them."
"I have to thank you for such a pleasant hour," said Mrs. Fielding, as they once more emerged upon the cliff top. "Oh, look! Yonder comes my boy with your dear mite on the Shetland pony."
Toddie waved her hand to Daddy Pop.
"Daddy! Daddy!" she shouted as soon as near enough to be heard, "I'se a weal lady now. All I wants is a widing-habit."
"My dear," said Mrs. Fielding, "a riding-habit would hide the beauty of those shapely legs and feet."
Toddie looked at her, and at once commenced to suck her thumb.
"Why do you suck your thumb, dear?"
"Oh, I always suck my fumb when I'se finking!"