So the lady looked, and she leaned over to kiss Mary, and the fur thing the lady wore around her neck tickled Tommy so that he sneezed three times.
“How cute!” exclaimed the lady, as she walked away.
Then they went on a little farther, and pretty soon another lady cried out:
“Oh, may I see the pretty babies in the carriage?”
“They aren’t babies—they are the lost Trippertrot children,” said the old fisherman. “But you may see them.”
So this lady looked, and she kissed Mary, and the fur thing she wore on her neck tickled Johnny so that he awakened from his sleep.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” said the lady.
Then they went on some more, and a third lady said:
“Oh, may I just have one look at the pretty babies in the carriage?” for she couldn’t see that they weren’t babies, because they were covered up with the blanket, you know.
“These are the lost Trippertrot children,” said the old fisherman. “They were lost, and I am taking them home, but if you will excuse me saying so, I’ll never get there if all the ladies want to look at them.”