“I smell the sea! I smell the sea!”
“Sit down, you naughty boy. You’ll tummel into the road,” said Sally, anxiously pulling at a sturdy leg.
He gave a kick and roared out—
“Want to tummel into the road!”
“Now, now,” said Mrs. Simpson. “Jimmy must be good, or else mother’ll take him home again.”
Jimmy eyed the long distance behind him for a moment, then he replied—
“You touldn’t!”
But a lurch of the waggon pitched him into the midst of a little nest of crowded baby figures, and he condescended to sit down again.
Sally looked across at Andy, because she and her Vicar had become friends, and she said with resignation—
“He’ll get drownded in the sea if I don’t have him tied to me. Can you lend me a bit of string?”