“No, you can’t. One of the children broke that model of the Leaning Tower too. I found it. You can’t teach such children to let things alone. Oh, dear me! my head!”
“Oh, me! it makes my head ache to think of it.”
“There, there, pussy! only don’t worry,” said John, in soothing tones.
“Don’t think me horrid, please don’t,” said Lillie, piteously. “I did try to have things go right; didn’t I?”
“Certainly you did, dearie; so don’t worry. I’ll get all the spots taken out, and all the things mended, and make every thing right.”
So John called Rosa, on his way downstairs. “Show me the sofa that they spoiled,” said he.
“Sofa?” said Rosa.
“Yes; I understand the children greased the sofa in Mrs. Seymour’s boudoir.”