The best fun was in the nursery, where all the clean handkerchiefs and collars and cuffs were on the table. They went puff, puff, all over the floor, just like big snowflakes, and I could hardly help stepping on them.
The bedrooms were not so much fun. So I finished by going to the dining-room, as soon as Ann had gone away, after setting the tea.
Nobody will believe me when I say that I really was going to put everything tidy again! But I never got so far as being the good wind-fairy. Everything always goes just the wrong way!
First of all, the servants finished their tea sooner than they generally do, and nurse went straight back to the nursery. She might have waited—mightn't she?
And wasn't it unkind of Mrs. Rose to come and call, and to have to be shown into the drawing-room? She is our doctor's sister, and she is so stiff and white that we call her Mrs. Primrose. That's her nickname. But it never pricks her, because she never hears it.
I wonder if nurse is right when she says, "It is going against the Catechism to make nicknames for grown-up people"?
Well! I didn't know that if you blew a flame with the bellows it would make it run about everywhere. Did you?
I was only trying to make the spirit-lamp burn faster under the kettle.
I was just beginning to be the good wind-fairy then. And the silly flame ran all over the table-cloth, and there was such a flare-up!
I was frightened.